Poems from torilarson
If it is up to me,
I will write;
And I will let it be.
Internal and External locus of control.
Control of my fate.
It is up to me.
maybe I am not brave enough to say it
but I have written it and it is your time to read it.
you will learn from the words.
written by those...
I think if your lips pierced mine again,
I’d fall back into old habits.
It would be unfortunately fine with me.
The way your blue eyes made...
Without pen and paper
And an ongoing flow of words,
I am nothing.
To find beauty in plain words,
Syllables that turn ordinary thought into...
There is no clear moment when the change sets in,
No preciseness in its hold.
One day, it just has you.
A cold, unfriendly grip,
One you...