Sea Salt
Words fall to this page like leafs off a tree.
Still ask myself,
"What comes with being a born-free?"
Is it a past we never had to see?
Or
Is it the present thats as bitter as salt from the sea?
A Message From Cupid
Love is not always on time but when it arrives, who can deny it? When it's in sight, who can hide it? When its lost, i pray cupid helps me find it. But why do we define such? Why do I call it "love" when it gives me so many other emotions? When im jealous, it plants hate, unease and anger inside of me Yes, a devilish act this love bestows upon me But if we genuine and honest, this love could fill up oceans Then we'll pack our hearts into suitcases and sail East, towards Cape shores, And continue our quest for soul searching. Because the absence of love is like a mannequin dressed for winter, staring at the world through windows of a clothing store, warm on the outside but always cold when you look at the eyes, the inside. So please dont turn me into a mannequin. Because where there's no love, warmth never visits. And when love comes knocking, i dont want to go looking for the nearest exit Running away from the best...
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