If you are as broken as I know you are
Your comfort is earned when nearer, not far.
(Love Lace #7)
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What happens to me when it’s over?
I know the leaves will orange and crunch in beautiful death
But so far it seems I’m destined to remain like the tree:
Barren and over-chilled.
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We tend to reach for one another’s care
While by ourselves we grow recluse and cold.
We complement, though compliments are rare
And never do we let our hearts unfold.
My Dear Sweet Grace,
Mine Maiden Unfiltered and Unfair, I pray to see you one day soon. These little screens of divide do drain us of intimate moments and bolster such a power I haven’t the time nor prowess to hurdle.
(Love Lace #5)
Read MoreWhen I see you, I get encased in dreams. Dreams of penetrating your very spirit. Dreams of seeing the blessings of life from your eye’s angle.
Dreams of how perfect it would be if our souls were ever to touch.
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