Feel love race through your vains,
It heals you,
It revives you,
Like a mid summer rains.
What is it really?
No one can say.
It is life itself,
And times can kinda silly.
But it is always worth it.
To feel it.
To have it,
Even just for a bit.
It heals you,
It revives you,
Like a mid summer rains.
What is it really?
No one can say.
It is life itself,
And times can kinda silly.
But it is always worth it.
To feel it.
To have it,
Even just for a bit.
posted by Poetic_bum at 6:26 p.m.
4 Comments:
Thank you, and yes, a small miricale I know, but it did just come out.
Too true, Devon... Life without it isn't life...
I really enjoyed looking at your site, I found it very helpful indeed, keep up the good work.
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Thank you anonymouns... I apperatite your encouragement and I hope that you continue to to visit.
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