And just for thought...
Falling in love, falling out but do we ever stop?
In my time, I have fallen for countless men because of simple looks, kind glances.
I have been touched by too many I felt no love for but all is fair,
rules bending due to pointless passion.
The love of a man never took root in my life,
walking away from him and turning away from that,
always keeping true to my heart's intentions.
Do we ever stop loving the ones before completely?
Or do we carry that love even after our time ran out?
In my time, only a few stay with me even though we all changed,
grew into our own, found we wanted more then the other had,
but nothing can steal the memories we made.
I can recite their words as if it was yesterday,
the way blue eyes met my own in the twilight.
I will love a part of them forever.
I can trace where he touched, feel the way he kissed
like there was never anyone since.
They all taught me how to love like a woman.
Falling in, growing out but those I have loved, I always will.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.