Sometimes the only way to capture how I feel is between the seal of an envelope
Pour my heart out and then place it in your hands
Unaware of what you’ll do and quite honestly it doesn’t matter
Al I know is that the burden is no longer mine
And once you see that I belong to more than one direction
Will you still care to follow
Will you stroke me into the Mona Lisa
That I know is buried beneath these walls
Will I ever be good enough to be hung in your gallery
Holding on to each and every word
Hoping they don’t become the broken promises
I left behind on the nightstand that belonged to the one before you
He said he could handle my curves too
Until he couldn’t…
Today’s photo of the day is in celebration!!
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