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When my words fail me my expression says it all
There's light at the end of the tunnel, a train
I recently started a new job and it has been hectic lately.
I am looking for a Love that makes sense
I want him to be Blind to my faults but truly see the true beauty in me
I want him to be Deaf to others opinions of me and have the ability to listen with his heart concerning me
I want him to be Mute after a long day and reach out and give me a hug
and just let our Love communicate and truly appreciate everything about me
I want Him to enjoy every touch and to read my body language and to Love everything about me that is uniquely me
I know this kind of Love just makes sense, maybe he is out there searching for this kind of Love too
Eyes don't need to meet
for you to feel the contact
 May 2014 Gwen Johnson
TheKid
Sparks
 May 2014 Gwen Johnson
TheKid
Does anyone else see you as I do
You are judged for the few tattered debris you have left
And the body's you've rendered useless
I, another of your victims
Except I know better
You are not the villain many believe you to be
You are the spirit to my fire
A fire that can not be extinguished if left alone
One that will only grow, no matter how its treated
I will avoid being burned and lost in the fire
Constant changing
            Always rearranging
                                      Is what
                                              I

                                                   call
                                                       my
                                                          
                                                            Life
 May 2014 Gwen Johnson
MKF
Untitled
 May 2014 Gwen Johnson
MKF
I am in love with places I've never been to
And people I've created in my head.
I lust for the furthest corners of the world
And the people with passion glowing in their eyes.
I dream of skyscrapers intertwined with mountains
And my city worn body in a country boy's arms.
I hope for a world where the city can kiss the pasture
And the boy can kiss the girl,
And their differences will only knit them tighter together.
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