"You work them too hard" crooned Pride, "That's how they know they deserve me" answered Respect.

Bonds are the threads that bind us together.

How foolish of humans mocked Irony, they built up walls in form of protection, only to be imprisoned by them.

The heart is a treacherous thing, it filts from person to person, quenching it's thirst, calling it Wanderlust.

Welcome the new beginnings, afterall they are opportunities in disguise.

And wouldn't you run a little faster, grasp a little harder, knowing there is hope.

Perfection was a myth until I met you

Perfection was a myth until I met you

Perfection was a myth until I met you