Apr 2014
I was free
once
and that is something
I hold on to,
desperate.
Desperate,
for the touch of what
was,
and the knowledge of
the truth.
The truth,
could not,
anger me in ways
you always will.
You always will
be me,
my love,
and
I was free**.
once
and that is something
I hold on to,
desperate.
Desperate,
for the touch of what
was,
and the knowledge of
the truth.
The truth,
could not,
anger me in ways
you always will.
You always will
be me,
my love,
and
I was free**.
