Anything but us is who we are Things used to be, now they no Disguising ourselves as secret lovers We’ve become public enemies We walk away like strangers in the street Gone for eternity We erased one another So far from where we came With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of LOVE Hatred and attitude tear us entirely
Id rather have a life of oh wells than a life of what ifs.
A good life is when you assume nothing, do more, need less, smile often, dream...
Judging a person does not define who they are. It defines who you are.