You are the color amidst the grey.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDYou are the color amidst the grey.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDThe adult heart beats differently.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDRip out my heart. Dissect the atriums and valves. You’ll find nothing but love pouring out.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt’s both a blessing and a curse to feel so much.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDThere is so much inside of me I feel as if I will be writing forever.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDAnd when I don’t utter a word, that is when I feel the most.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDListen to the silence it will speak to you in a way that no amount of chaos and noise ever could.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt is beneath pale blue skies, amongst sycamore trees, and afoot dirtied leaves, my heart, and soul finds peace.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDMisery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDTime is slipping away from me. And yet, all I have tried to do is pass time.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDMy thoughts are like whiskey – one shot and I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDAnd what am I supposed to do with all this residue?
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI love you so much that it hurts and that’s the problem I love you so much that it hurts.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDThe lone wolf inside her howls at the moon; pleading with the night to guide her home.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDFragments of my love will live in you for eternity.
OLIVIA CLIFFORD