My world's ablaze.
Bits of life lay at my feet.
When I see him, my soul dreams.
His smile is my light.
His voice is a song.
And when I feel his touch,
my joy cannot be contained.
There must be a god.
For such perfection to exist,
must be a sin.
His breath is the gentle beat of angels' wings.
His silence is a burning flame.
With each moon phase I hold him closer.
But who can hold the wind?
He causes me to sin,
but who could no?
When the sin is the love of another?
















Comments
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Anonymous:"Spread the love!"
Me:"Spread it like AIDS!"
Anonymous:"YEAH! wait what?"
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Anonymous:"Spread the love!"
Me:"Spread it like AIDS!"
Anonymous:"YEAH! wait what?"
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Anonymous:"Spread the love!"
Me:"Spread it like AIDS!"
Anonymous:"YEAH! wait what?"
It's a very sweet poem. I have never experience this type of love, but I hope some day I will. I hope things go well for you in the future.
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It's not the growing up that's hard, it's the growing old and losing things I can't live without.
And this love is not sweet when it is only one sided
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Yeah I can understand that.
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It's not the growing up that's hard, it's the growing old and losing things I can't live without.
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