Nov 2012
And so it is,
you see them at their most vulnerable,
something about it,
that sweet child-like sensitivity,
something odd,
to see someone's true soul,
something small,
but then it grows,
and grows,
and grows,
and that is love.
you see them at their most vulnerable,
something about it,
that sweet child-like sensitivity,
something odd,
to see someone's true soul,
something small,
but then it grows,
and grows,
and grows,
and that is love.
The reason it is labelled part I is because I plan on making this a series for every all-nighter / late night. I'll pick a subject or a thought that is frequently on my mind for the night and express it in some free verse poetry. Hope you enjoy.
