I can't call what we had as love, you let me into your bed, making love was never an issue, we shared our bodies we shared our time, but you would never share your thoughts, your feelings, you left me on the outside each time I was on the inside.
It seems the Soul is always being cut And life, and God, and people are merciless They make edges, cutting off too much, But with each new edge Everything is purer and more beautiful May it be such that ... The Soul requires cutting ...
How do I say what must be said In such a way it won't cost me you So fragile I'm left in the silence to not run the risk of misunderstanding Prioritizing hearts as second to scars When the pain entitles us all to be so demanding
Reaching through the void I mean to respond in compassion Just trying to keep my thoughts to a dull roar and not over reaction
When bridges are soaked in gasoline I won't be the one to light the match While I run the risk of falling prey to the gavel of a quick decision And I ask
Physical language is very difficult Hard to maintain, The idea of change. That's right Me, teach me? Bad movie, Languagelelo before, hard Find something that helps me I do not mind From the night of trouble Inhabitant.
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You should have (slang) Seen.
Question number. 2. How are you? If you all know God bless the Scriptures Unable to run (@) Reason) human distress And who...