Her bittersweet soul yearns for nothing more than her other half. And her heavy heart is cradled in the hands of her sweet lover that is hypnotized by blinded betrayal on the page with many versions . But let not moving pictures speak for only her tongue could tell her how much she still feels for her.
Every poem has it's own meaning to many . She is a concept I use often mostly revolving my sweet soul mate. One I may not even have anymore. I messed that up. But here I am still in love. But we're human . We all fall in love . The denial stage hits us hard. But the capability is extraordinary.