I'm starting to learn to accept my faith and everything else in life.
Not giving up, but growing to realize what's real.
And reality hits harder than the truth.
"I’ve been photographed and painted up and
I’ve been in love only once and
I feared the best and loved the worst and
insisted that i go first and
watched your eyes as they poured and
I never really loved you more."
But I can't help to wonder,
and to think about the "Maybe if's" "What if's"
and so on.
Fact: I'm full of contradictions. I don't know what I want to do anymore.
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