The pondering s of thought is simply just that. It's my way of connecting to the world, a way to cleanse myself of trapped uttering s of the mind and this is my place, a place where I can and will be myself regardless of whose toes it may step on, a place to be free to write and create.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
It's hard to imagine, even harder still, to know your love, a love so real. Every day you tell me, making sure I don't forget, making sure I have no regrets. You the one and only, my heart I give to you, the one and only man who my heart knows is real. So thankful you found me, my heart you did steal, now turn about's fair play I have you through and through, taste of loves heaven, taste of it's truth.
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