These are my thoughts. They are for me. For the me now, and the me to be.
I don't always make sense, and I like living that way.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
It goes a lil something like this
I seem to have lost my poetic touch.
The end of my sentences; dull, my trail of thoughts; dry.
Where art thou, romantic language that hath brought my eyes warmth, my soul fire and my toes life?
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