Joy could be,
Nothing but lies,
As could love.
But I could not care less,
These lies are kind.
Such a blessing,
Radiant friendship,
An understanding,
Gilded with laughter,
Warm smiles,
And a subtle sense of:
I am home
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
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