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Beautiful!   You honor me and I am humbled once more. Man lives for that - kind words from a soft heart. I wish a thief would rob me of the bitterness . . . There are days I would rather see this world with fresh eyes. Have you read Simple Needs? (I lose track of what I may have posted.) It may be edgy, but safe enough for this forum. Before head meets pillow I'll try to post it. And honestly, I truly do thank you. I would run out of space trying to explain, but it is heartfelt. ~ Wes Everyday I awake with fresh eyes and fresh heart With out it my life would be torn apart. Kind words from a stranger Present much less danger Than losing a sense of worth. When people hurt me I must confess This free spirit of mine Could really careless. A wild butterfly am I I fly fast and fly free But a negative heart Will never destroy me! |
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Beautiful! You honor me and I am humbled once more. Man lives for that - kind words from a soft heart. I wish a thief would rob me of the bitterness . . . There are days I would rather see this world with fresh eyes. Have you read Simple Needs? (I lose track of what I may have posted.) It may be edgy, but safe enough for this forum. Before head meets pillow I'll try to post it. And honestly, I truly do thank you. I would run out of space trying to explain, but it is heartfelt. ~ Wes Everyday I awake with fresh eyes and fresh heart With out it my life would be torn apart. Kind words from a stranger Present much less danger Than losing a sense of worth. When people hurt me I must confess This free spirit of mine Could really careless. A wild butterfly am I I fly fast and fly free But a negative heart Will never destroy me! But can you truly live that way? I wish that you could teach me how . . . How do you let go when you have held nothing back and given all? When your lips know only thirst, your heart knows only hunger, and your wings are torn asunder, where do you find new hope? Do you still dream of the rarefied air? Of angels? One Heart Life is such a twisted thing, The beauty and the pain, There's a price for every rose you pick, A cost for every treasure gained. I don't know what to do with it, My eyes are tired, my mind deranged, I only have a simple need, one heart To please exchange. 
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