tell me,
you reap
the fruits
of every word
born on my lips.
You are determined
not to bury your dreams
in the land of “have not.”
Should I ever hang
my hat on the knewel post,
I won’t be leaving come sun.
Until then, I won’t
be lying, there is
a tear next
to my
heart.
11:28
06/12/07
Newington, VA






To love, to loose love, yet to always love...Just had to come read this one again










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