Sometimes I lay down at night and wonder if it’s time to lay down my life.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDSometimes I lay down at night and wonder if it’s time to lay down my life.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDTime is slipping away from me. And yet, all I have tried to do is pass time.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDAnd we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDMisery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDYou are the color amidst the grey.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDMy thoughts are like whiskey – one shot and I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDRun free little soul. You were never meant to be constrained.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDListen to the silence it will speak to you in a way that no amount of chaos and noise ever could.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI am full to the brim with words. A message in a bottle lost at the sea. Yearning to reach the shore of poetry.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDThe adult heart beats differently.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDThe lone wolf inside her howls at the moon; pleading with the night to guide her home.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDFire and rain; we either drown or we burn.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIn all the ways I have grown I wish I didn’t grow away from you.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDWho knew feeling hollow could be so heavy.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt is beneath pale blue skies, amongst sycamore trees, and afoot dirtied leaves, my heart, and soul finds peace.
OLIVIA CLIFFORD