I am a hoarder of words, a giver of them, too
Half-broke hearts just didn't have much pep.
There was beauty in chaos, she'd just never known it before.
I feel a warmth within, as if sunshine has flooded my soul.
You are a lover of the wordsa soul mate to the storyeverything becomes a part of youfrom my fingertips to your eyesfrom my heart to yours
This moment holds everything I could ever want to say to him and everything I could ever want to hear back.
Every change, those subtle-slow, and those drastically sudden, has brought me into myself.
