you are grass untrodden, dancing freely in the wind
you are freshly fallen snow; clean white, unmarked by sin
you're the songbird on the mountain, lovely notes unheard
you are all things pure and good; unblemished, undisturbed
you place your heart into my hands; i'm seized with fear and grief
and yet, you still my shaking arms. and yet, you bring relief.
we both know that my tarnished palms will stain your perfect skin
and yet, you pull me closer, hold me tightly, let me in
~mj
i have wanted this since i was but a child, conjugating verbs and dreaming of dancing through the streets, through the nights yet here i am, wanting to destroy it all for it is worthless without you.
by now, someone must have told you that love is not a person and they were right love is many people as many people as you can fit in your heart, actually. love is every person you’ve smiled at, even
i used to sit on this platform at 3 in the morning when i couldn't sleep. i taught myself how to play guitar here. there was something so enticing about the danger, being so high in the air- something