“She’s a daughter of the healers in Salem and even tho her wings are scorched she still chooses to do good.”

And in a world where nothing seems to last you have me.

Your ghost still haunts the empty halls of my soul.

I don’t wanna settle scores I’m just no longer yours.

Let me lay in the forest of your mind and let me wake to the beating of wings in the garden of your heart.

And I vow to be your lasting dream if you follow me into the river.

Be careful, her hell is lovely, dark, and deep until she weeps.

The forest lays in darkness and decay yet our love blossoms.

Hold me like the end is near and I swear I’ll risk hades’ wrath just to keep you here.

Can’t you see you’re toxic to me there’s no affection just obsession?

Some girls dream of princes and castles others play with matches.

I don’t mind his company but I wish he was you.

I feel too much and I fall in love with words – poet.

Brave soul, you will survive it all.

With him, the tides the moon, and life itself lost their spell over her.

Some nights I wish I could slip into her skin and wear her flesh only to feel his touch.

And you broke me in all the ways I loved you.

You gain or lose power according to the choices that you make.

When you choose not to forgive, the experience that you do not forgive sticks with you.

The more conscious we become the more consciously we choose that which we set in motion to create.

Often we have no choice about doing things, but we can always choose how to do them.

I do what I like now. I just don’t have time for it all.

Choose to soften. Again and again and again. Despite, despite, despite.

Every choice we make contains the energy of either faith or fear, and the outcome of every decision reflects to some extent that faith or fear. This dynamic of choice guarantees that we cannot run away from ourselves or our decisions.

First one must understand conditioning – only then can we speak of choice