...So, there's no choice but to grow I'll try my best to not let the pain show Though, it bleeds right through the lines You wanted me to know That you won't ever let me go But my spirit has been caught in a tryst Tell me what you see in my eyes Is it…Read more Beyond our Fists
Poetry
Where We Run
Sometimes we only hear what we want to. It's enough to try to embrace our fears, and surpass what we've come to. But love is what we run to. Love is where we run to.
ON LIFE AND DEATH 