Her life began to rhyme

Now she finds she had been wrong
To look that way and sing her song
For once she turned the other way
There emerged a new, better day
And then her life began to rhyme
As her joy grew over time
And though she knows not how long it will last
She can only hope that it won't end so fast
It all began all at once
And has only been about a month
But the time has felt like forever
And each memory remains her treasure.

~love stwyth

Look at this old sad blog.
Sitting in the corner of the internet
Like the poor dust sits when
The vacuum forgets about it.

~stwyth