It should have been me instead of her.
You make me want to die. I'll never be good enough

Maybe I'm crazy out of my mind maybe I'm lonely looking for a good time
Broken hearts and empty meanings forgotten the love for desperate feelings.
This photo of me reminds me of something ghostly. The person sits there while the soul dances out side your body. At least one of you is happy.
*We're taking everything for granteed. I'm waiting for the mistakes I haven't made yet
I thought forever meant forever
I can't decide my which are my favorite photos. Ideas?
Photo by me

Photo by meAren't we all looking for something more?
Inspired by nature today as I most frequently am.
Delicate blossom mourning of morning
Delicate blossom mourning of morning
Scriptured of woes writing a story
draining of color wilting to nothing
to many look past the desperate struggling
elapsed for a difference expired for purpose
delicate blossom dieing so slow happiness seemed like so long ago
softly spoken to quiet to know
forgotten flower in the distant medow
sunshine so dull beauty abstracted
mind of lucid blindly clouded
delicate blossom vastly manque
frail, neglected; passing away
frail, neglected; passing away