The Word Cloud

DISCOVERING THE NEW

Adventures of the Heart

Deceit of Dreams

Ignorance to believe in Both

Reality will cure all Symptoms

Accepting or Understanding

The high of Nothing

A drug of Experience

Truth steals peace from unsettled Souls

A process that can never be Shared

Understanding with dismissive Gestures

Strangers to giving, never Relate

Poor is never accurate of Soul

Wealth of things, but broke of Heart

Money gives opportunity to few

Some have for life and never Appreciate

Buying integrity or worth is not on the Market

Communities not for Sale

Stock to hold of one's Heart

Gifts of giving, and never Stealing

Ages separate times of hurt, but share Pain

Always new to stings of the Past

Prick and probe a soul to Infect

Why do the paper cuts hurt the Worse

A sliver that festers, a memory Lingers

The worth of people, always supersede, Things