Friday, August 20, 2010

You

And it's you; you who has turned my solid exterior into a clear vase. Suppression did not reign my world after your arrival neither did discomfort. Take my hand and lead me through your path; keep me safe with your warm hugs and you brown eyes; hold my soul deep within yours and when the moon appears let us escape to the brightest star. We can watch the world together; the world we ruled.

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