I do believe that I someday will settle down with a good man that loves me. I do believe that he will ask me about my day and that I will answer him and then I will listen to him as he goes on talking about how it was at work and how his mother is getting better. I do believe that we will have a beautiful wedding and that we will get beautiful children. I even do believe that I will love him, but... I do not believe that my soul will be set on fire. Neighter do I believe that his eyes will have the color of a hurricane. Or that music that right now just being sounds will go back to being heartbeats again. I will love him, but I won't be in love with him. Tell me why do I think like that? It can't be so, it isn't over. Then why is my heart convinced that it is?
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PoetryThis collection of poems is about the journey through tough times, heartbreak, and the confusion that can occur when you try to find your own identity. Every poem is important to me in its own special way, and every poem has its own special meaning...
