The Diary of a Late Bloomer (61)

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I will catch you if you fall
I’m just gonna love you like the woman I love


To The Woman I Love


Be Worry not your soul is forever in my arms guidance

Be Mourn not your smile mine source of joy

Cry not it guilty me heart

Had it forever to your waiting, be patient still

Keep it beating in a pace steady

Breathing romance if necessary

Be tired not to yet another unrevealed story

My dear, be worry not

—–

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The Diary of a Late Bloomer (46)

I design my future bright not by where my life has been.
And I try, try, try, try, try again.


To only find out the heart of a young girl as vurnarable and brittle

As easily torn and scattered by words and remembrances

Age speaks a mere number; as it serves plain in color

It does insignificant for the fruit to ripen

If anything, somewhat backwards but somehow manage to have its way of becoming still

—-

I’m glad to be alive

The Diary of a Late Bloomer (26)

Because in my eyes, you are mine

She made pause a played movie in the head. There, he was sitting in front of her, looked at her dearly. Consoling the grieving and mourning of lost moments came haunting hither and thither in every spare time remambrance. She felt her heart abound by the sudden popping up No matter where you go, I won’t be very far, ‘‘Cause in my head I’ll be right there where you are,” It was to make her longing no lesser, if anything, greater. Had she could beg for different, to have him by her side, . There the figure whispered her melodies to be blown by the passing wind. “‘Cause love has no distance baby, Love has no distance baby. No, not when it comes to you and me.” She held dearly in frame of mind the last bumping into him. It was to be cherished forever, to be kept sacred. Because distance is of little issue, insofar as she had the soul stayed put, she felt the lost time invested.