Mixed Emotions

I want to tell my story, though, it becomes difficult. I just want to be understood, without my emotions becoming my fault. I want to know that you’ll empathize with my thoughts. It’s never too much to ask, when its love 

A field of blooming flowers isn’t always honest. 

~ Europa, Ki Wi

Loving every moment in this time because now anything can be a sign; enjoying the way life talks back, very humorous. Trusting in omens to be the facts; stories are cool [but] truth is always there when it’s two of us…. 

Just looking for common ground; silence never made such a loud sound! The only quiet I hear is in your eyes; showing only me – but to other’s there’s a disguise… 

Special privileges are okay, but when it can’t be helped and it becomes a benefit –  [that’s when the real cards will lay] 

I’m feeling a kind of a way… 

Not sure if it’s a bad or good thing. 

It doesn’t matter, at least not today; 

as long as my heart sing,

there isn’t a need to worry. 

Wanting to love  
Longing like a branch 
Like a dove 
Exploring an invisible ranch 
Comfort in empty shelter 
Hoping and praying for better 

Rose pedals on my floor 

True story 

I laid them  

In order to open the door.. 

17 letters can change everything 
Love is knowing; not assuming 
To hear out the whole story 
Without implying things 
- that weren't told to me 
Turning pain into someone's legacy 
That's never fair to any human being 
Taking the time to learn your love 
So you won't make it a misunderstanding 

Author: europaskiwi

I'm not weird, I'm Peculiar; I'm no general, but rare. - I am a limited edition - Have you ever read a diary that rhymes.. stick with me and I'll share mine =)

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