Life will always give you a choice to write your story, it’s your wish whether you want…
A quiet spark moves
through the world
The demands of the heartcan ignite a blaze, even as it smolderson damp earth,after love rains down.
Tell me stories even your bigotry I missevery inch of your absent skinwhiskey overgrownwe traveled mountainsargued fervor
Into dark alleys, enchanted forests,
Seeking love, revenge, redemption —
Where will words lead us today
How will words treat us today