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Things I have come to realize. I will always be messy. From my bedroom to my thoughts. 99% of the time I’ll leave empty handed, I’ll give all I have brought. My back and feet will always hurt, but I’ll run and walk, just the same. And it’s pretty and all but no doubt I have a hick-ish name. Simplicity is my ode to fame but I’m quite complex. I’ll always make love without ever having sex. These are the things I’ve come to realize; better know them well. And I’ll never love you more than I’ve g...

Things I have come to realize. I will always be messy. From my bedroom to my thoughts. 99% of the time I’ll leave empty handed, I’ll give all I have brought. My back and feet will always hurt, but I’ll run and walk, just the same. And it’s pretty and all but no doubt I have a hick-ish name. Simplicity is my ode to fame but I’m quite complex. I’ll always make love without ever having sex. These are the things I’ve come to realize; better know them well. And I’ll never love you more than I’ve g...

[de·sire] 1. A wish or longing. 2. A request or petition. 3. The object of longing: My greatest desire is to go back home. 4. Sexual appetite; passion. Dear Love, I lay beside you and spite my best efforts, I cannot be close enough. I think to myself, “Be inside of me, if for just a moment, maybe then I’ll have Heaven at my fingertips and contentment in my soul.” Let our toes play, our bare legs intertwine, hands hold and lips find eachother’s. I put my head on your chest and my palm over you...

The Story of Us Chapter- Like Fireflies* 12/17/05 You hardly realize the many things that you lose, when you selflessly love another person. And now comes the task of gathering the pieces of me* so that, on this Horror Show- I can close the curtain. I walk to the far right of his messy bedroom, and gently pick my Faith up off the floor. On his mirror, is a picture of us is frayed and torn. "Found it!" I yell as I take down my Priorities that had hung on the back of his door. I come across my ...

Thy Binding Breath April 4th, 2003 Had it ever occured to you that the very breeze that kisses your cheeks, has enveloped the hate of war and carried weaponry through? When your soldier is in a distant place and so in need of a familiar face... Console you heart and your mind, this keep, to help you pass the time.. As you carry on, weep- and even when you sleep, let relief into your lungs, submission into your soul- creep. In knowing that which pushes your heart to once again and again, beat,...