Your soul is a beautiful type of love.
W. SCOTTYour soul is a beautiful type of love.
W. SCOTTWe are ever blossoming.
W. SCOTTForgiveness, I have found, is a slow walk. A tender crawl.
W. SCOTTMost days, I am the rain. – And that’s okay.
W. SCOTTWhen you hold my hand and it feels like a fresh dream.
W. SCOTTRemember forgiveness; a kind exhale.
W. SCOTTYou fit here.
W. SCOTTThe hollow space, it can be a blessing too.
W. SCOTTHonestly, I just want to love without the fear of losing anything.
W. SCOTTAnd I held onto hope. Like a dear old friend.
W. SCOTTYou and that love you carry. Like fresh rivers. Like new poetry.
W. SCOTTWhat is my ribcage if not a prison for hope.
W. SCOTTAnd grace is still opening doors.
W. SCOTTThe wound is real but so is the healing.
W. SCOTTAll of this heartache is a war story.
W. SCOTTSpeak good things into existence.
W. SCOTT