I stand here. In front of u. Offering up my heart. U smile n say 'It'z not that deep.' 2 me it iz. U know it iz, n u know that I know it. I don't know y we do thiz 2 ourselvez. Wat r u so afraid of? N y do I keep allowing myself 2 do thiz waiting? It'z like I am waiting 4 somethin that mayb never will b. I want it so bad, I can taste it in ur kisses, feel it in ur touch, hear it in the cry of our sonz voice. Waiting in the eye of the storm. B my thunder, I'll b ur rain. Let us b 1.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Steppin in the Eye of the Storm
I stand here. In front of u. Offering up my heart. U smile n say 'It'z not that deep.' 2 me it iz. U know it iz, n u know that I know it. I don't know y we do thiz 2 ourselvez. Wat r u so afraid of? N y do I keep allowing myself 2 do thiz waiting? It'z like I am waiting 4 somethin that mayb never will b. I want it so bad, I can taste it in ur kisses, feel it in ur touch, hear it in the cry of our sonz voice. Waiting in the eye of the storm. B my thunder, I'll b ur rain. Let us b 1.
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