"Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and healthy to the bones."
Saturday, October 31, 2009
what I'm holding on to is flying away
the wind blows to the east
while I sit here waiting for the mist
aching feeling of what is to come
scared out of my mind, will it be won?
I need an answer, something to ease my mind
selfishness of this soul, only visible to you
forgiveness is at its very end, you've always known
looking towards you.. I find my heart pouring out unconditionally.
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