You're not the only one afraid,
the difference is you are a coward and I a warrior.
I commit, you withdraw
but what use is that?
I commit to a soul of emptiness
while you put on your safety gear and escape unharmed
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Are Loving: Present Progressive
PoetryWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
