Tears… Raindrops… Of love?.. Guilt?.. Hope?.. Or simultaneous?.. I don’t know…
Her Gift To Me…, A Smile…, I Hid Behind The Dream…, She Effortlessly Seemed…, Perfectly.
I Explained, How I Wasn’t Good Enough, To Live Among…, She Laughed And Sung Of Love.
There Are Houses I Whispered…, Warm & Cold…, My Heart Is Breathing…, Glimpse Of The Olde.
Her Meaningful Grace…, A Wander Within The Shade…, The Heat Like Emeralds In The Lake.
I think you have to believe in love, that it is real. Then you can find it.
|||+||| Believing Is Like Seeing Is Like Being Is Like Seemingly Redeeming In The Sea |||+|||
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