Her eyes are like my therapy with a glint that calms my nerves even if she doesn't know this feelings not deserved. I am a head case with a basket full of bad habits smokers cough & tar filled lungs is just one amongst the average. Too much **** & too much ***** consumed in self absorption not even worth a single cent and I've claimed it as extortion. Yet her smile is a blessing from my immoral being swept up by her laughter distracts internal screaming, I bare the curses of a lesser man but never say a word because it's through her heart & soul that I know that I'll be cured.
Written November 16, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart