Thank-you.

You make me smile. You make me feel. Again. You make me remember hope. You make me remember the butterflies and endless smiles. You compliment me the way no one else does. And I don’t want to have my hopes too high. But you make me happy, and that is enough for now.

Plays of Repeat

Every part of her was awakening.
Everything living.
And beautiful.

But in the end, it all goes away.
All it took was one thing.


And all the pieces fell apart, once again.