She Sits

She sits silently
A million thoughts
A billion possibilities

She sits, strown
Holding in the tears
Letting out a moan

She sits uncertainly
So many mistakes
She wished could let be

She sits alone
Wounds in her heart
Chills in her bones

Stuff.

Love is like a butterfly. You either catch it or you let it go. If it's caught, you either let it go or let it die; or take loving and gentle care of it. If you hold on to it too tightly, it dies. If you hold it loosely, it flies away. But if you stay calm, and if it finds confidence in you, it flies back to you once more.

Life's like a game of darts. you don't always get the bull's eye. But you don't always go crying about it either. Enjoy the game.

Having a blinking lightbulb around is better than being in total darkness.