Reid@YWP

Everybody has somebody — the person who is their everything and whom they never want to go without. 

It could be for a long time or a short time, a moment or an age. 

She wished that space would talk to her,

And whispered to the moon,

About the days that haunted her,

And those that would come soon.

She wanted to apologize,

For wishing on the stars,

How I Accepted My Karma and Found Hope Again

If I love you were the last words that would roll upon my lips, 

Would they find themselves an altar, 

As you kissed my fingertips?