[Dark hair and light hair.]

This is just really lovely and tragic and perfect. Like this life, right?

(some language. not for the faint of ears.)

via Becca

 

After a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning, and company doesn't mean security

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts, and presents aren't promises

And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open

And you learn to build all your roads on today

Because tomorrows ground us, too uncertain for plans

And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul

Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers

And you learn that you really can endure

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth

 

And you learn and learn

With every goodbye, you learn

After A While by Veronica A. Shoffstall