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Jan 2018
Looks are only an invitation to hunger for lust.
Ir a jar to open the door, as invitation, to the house of the heart.
After the first glance
Growing with someone by physically being by their side and never leaving..That's worth giving staying around to know someone's heart by caring enough to yearn to be by their side is worth a great and deep chance.
Words are a tool. Without actions or a way to vocally express or physically shed a light upon someone only reinforces an empty space where one should be there.
Knowing how they respond to your presence
How your truth glows
and how your false notions resonate, darkly.
I wish to be by people's sides. Whom I deem valuable components of the machine that is my bright and happy heart
Fears of how I come across or how I look also show lack of my trust
In self
In you
I rise up and challenge such by taking the extra effort to send my self,visually,audibly, and emotionally directly by your side.
I shouldn't ruin myself, our deeply needed connections, and need for each other's hearts to feel that they belong
to be smashed like glass
Due to insecurity to allow our relationship to sit and rot, like metal, it shall rust.
Down to powder...Than it shall disappear
And I'll miss having you, in my life, longing for your heart to be near. Here.
My courage is stronger as is the trust in the me to just be such, myself.
To just be spontaneous and send myself along any lines
to your heart
Instead of perfecting such crafts and allowing our hearts to die upon a lonely and dusty shelf.
Let's start this path, all over. However in a different direction.
Allow both of us to show ourselves at will
Beyond the shells, pretty words, and petty materialistic gifts..
Let our love flow like an erupting volcano...
Spontaneous combustion of action into feeling is the only way we can continue to grow.
Kevin Michael Kappler
Written by
Kevin Michael Kappler  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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   Hunter Taylor
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