When a belief is Devoid of love Then… We must question how A belief is loved Lest its passion Confuses conviction…. With hate
You are my only someone new It’s time to move on… To only you.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, should be A bird in the hand is worth two poops on your fingers, meaning You think you’re the shit, but actually you are a piece of shit. A penny for your…
Passion hits me Hard, deep for keeps On the side Of my emotions All I can do is check for bruises
I kiss no more. You wonder why? Since, it is so easy. I’ve lost something. You kissing me back.
There have been times the rain abandoned me, Even though, the caress of clouds will always return I remember running in the forest, as I do now, after the rain The leaves left my clothing soaked.
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