Here we are again.
You on one side of the bed,
I on the other.
You tightly bound by skepticism
I freed by trust.
Know something, love?
I'd rather be me.
Maybe trusting someone too much
Causes pain tomorrow...
But, oh, what a nice day.
L.W.
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Into the Deep End of Life
PoetryHave you ever wondered what it's like in other peoples minds? Well I have so I did what people should do, and I'm giving you a direct line to my thoughts. You can tell what kind of person I am by way of my poems and my favorite poems. If you like...
