I see hypocrites before me
Tugging at my tender soul
Whispering hatred in my ear
Their existence; now I must mull
But I do not ask for them… 14 more words
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“I developed an eye, for pattern,
After my madness;
So much time…
Spent, dismissing nonsense;
Brought me to see it as,
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Love is not for all… it is just not… it’s extremely hard to get to the point to accept and want another just as he/she is, with all your body, mind and soul… it’s hard to let yourself go with this flow that seems to drown you exactly when you would think that everything is perfect and nothing could go wrong. 626 more words
I will love you in the depths of my being forever.
Until my being turns to dust and to ash and is spread through the wind with the song of you sung to eternal creation.