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Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Forthright

Here we sit, I’ll scoop you right up in my arms.
I’ll not lose this feeling not now.
The world, has stopped it’s spinning for now.
And you’re all mine Just for me.
We know how alive these souls are inside.
“I’ll kiss your spirit you dove.”
Intertwined whilst we lay out our feelings at night.
So life’s worth my time clearly.
Whispers of what thoughts are created by smiles.
Almost tasting your beauty inside.
Boy and girl, concede to our hearts as we cry.
You’re holding me fast in my dream.
Touched by clouds.
Your eyes have lit up like the stars.
I’ll bring you them all in a cup.
The pain’s gone. Won’t have to stay here so long.
The mist of a year fades from gray.
Softest voice, I’ve longed to hear it this way.
No longer a lost little child.
You’ve grown up, but still kept your youth as a skirt.
And you wear it in your special way.
We love, we cry, we sit.
We have and we hold and it’s this.
You’re you. I’m the boy with new hope and I know,
that we’ll still be this close every day.



i miss you sugar buns. Keep writing, its beautiful.

xoxo planes mistaken for stars  


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