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.
Sacrifices are in plentitude, fruits are abundant, mist will always hang on highest of ranges. But, to promise another your heart indefinitely takes an acceptance of the ground, feet steady, smart eyes, and a heart like earth.
Moons hug tightly to their brightened lovers, never letting go, gravity keeping them together. Stars and galaxies fill the void around them, flying farther and farther apart. Their vast emptiness is not an increase in solitude. The darkness is full of energies. Sometimes I…
When you don’t touch for the first time, you never have to touch for the last time. But, all the touching in between those two creates a world of its own. Next time, go ahead and touch throughout. No matter how long it…
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