It's where I'm running
Yet my legs don't move at all
My heart races and my mind wanders
Is this how it could truly be
His love so fickle and fair
His face so polished and fine
His demeanor gentle and fierce
His smile genuine and fearless
My soul somehow floating and faultering
And somehow he feels like family
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Simply: Third Collection of Poetry
Poetry"I hope my thoughts reach you like blown kisses." My best and newest collection of poetry featuring My Worn Soldier, Anew and Shared Scars as well as a selection of fused poetry from my now deleted first collection. Enjoy please. Wish me luck in t...
