I think I've seen you before, I feel like I know you from somewhere, we must have met before because that would explain this warm feeling,
It feels like marshmallows over a campfire in my brain, tricking me into spilling all of my secrets and I do, I become a tattle tale around you because I can not help but feel comfortable with this warmness,
I could pretend to hate it but hell, who am I kidding, it's the thing I've searched for my whole life.
~ Robyn ~
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The heart that cried wolf
Poetry~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
