What is my ribcage if not a prison for hope.
W. SCOTTWhat is my ribcage if not a prison for hope.
W. SCOTTNothing permanent grows from comfort.
W. SCOTTLiving includes being gentle with your own heart.
W. SCOTTBut I know courage. It is never lost.
W. SCOTTAll of this heartache is a war story.
W. SCOTTYes, there are wounds but we are not conquered.
W. SCOTTYour soul is a beautiful type of love.
W. SCOTTWould it be safe to say that I find you in every heartbeat?
W. SCOTTWe will remain inextinguishable.
W. SCOTTOur hearts; the greatest revolution.
W. SCOTTSome days each breath just lie stuck in your chest, you know?
W. SCOTTLove shouldn’t be as fickle as the rain. But an ever flowing torrent.
W. SCOTTCatch the light and begin again.
W. SCOTTWhat a victory it will be to taste the light again.
W. SCOTTHonestly, I just want to love without the fear of losing anything.
W. SCOTTBut these downpours, they can all be a type of cleaning.
W. SCOTT