About Me
Just another random person in the tummbling world.
Being Hope Pho
“You can start from nothing and end up with something…
From something, you can end up with nothing…
Prepare for the worse, because it might take that course…
Hoping for your dreams, because you’re stitching each life seam…
Be happy with your heart, and be stable of mind…
Don’t live by charts, and be one of a kind…
Progress each day, until you can say…
The words waiting to be said…”
From something, you can end up with nothing…
Prepare for the worse, because it might take that course…
Hoping for your dreams, because you’re stitching each life seam…
Be happy with your heart, and be stable of mind…
Don’t live by charts, and be one of a kind…
Progress each day, until you can say…
The words waiting to be said…”
“I’ve grown up a lot.
I use to get mad at people who drink…Now I’m a little bit of a hypocrite if I take a shot. Just 1
I used to get mad at people who smoke…Now I can withstand it and stop being a bitch.
I used to get used a lot…Now I know how to say no.
I used to get lead on by people…Now I know who are my true friends.”
I use to get mad at people who drink…Now I’m a little bit of a hypocrite if I take a shot. Just 1
I used to get mad at people who smoke…Now I can withstand it and stop being a bitch.
I used to get used a lot…Now I know how to say no.
I used to get lead on by people…Now I know who are my true friends.”
“My eyes hold sight only for you.
My feels should hold to be true.
Paths that may never cross.
My heart you shouldn’t be tossed.
…I’ll finish later”
My feels should hold to be true.
Paths that may never cross.
My heart you shouldn’t be tossed.
…I’ll finish later”
“A fake front only used to hide.
Walls built up only to keep inside.
The gates will fall, the day you give it your all.
A passage that’s only shown, in the way wind is blown.
Leavees of color flow toward the end.
Send me an angel of symphonies.
Epiphanies of simple melodies.
Distance is but a number.
Through the nights I am kept at a slumber.
There is no distance between our hearts.
Because each of us have one another’s parts.”
Walls built up only to keep inside.
The gates will fall, the day you give it your all.
A passage that’s only shown, in the way wind is blown.
Leavees of color flow toward the end.
Send me an angel of symphonies.
Epiphanies of simple melodies.
Distance is but a number.
Through the nights I am kept at a slumber.
There is no distance between our hearts.
Because each of us have one another’s parts.”
