The Babbling Scot
When I think of love it is those little things that make it pure. They make it everything you want it to be. It is what brings the joy to a relationship. 443 more words
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A Tangle of Weeds
There is nothing unmanly about the man with a quirky heart
not even in the way he says he loves to paint my nails
He knows the way to please me is through the art… 192 more words
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There is anticipation
Much of life is contained within
This particular six letter
String of vowels and consonants
Sent from inner space
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Nostalgia, love, history, emotion
Feelings flood like a turbulent ocean
What to do with all this thinking
Raise us up, prevent the sinking
Reference, but do not be stuck in the past… 17 more words
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The image above is something I had made in my diary (the year 2016).
A lot of people were taken aback when I announced the release of my first book, “Let’s Rise in Love”. 563 more words
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Happiness is a phoenix.
I like the sound of that.
It never truly dies,
why would it?
just like Love.
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Moonily yours, Serena
A while ago, Mr J gave me the little bottle in the picture. He had found it by the sea, and he was sure it was a very old ink bottle. 572 more words
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