Your love for me is stifling. Or, should I say, my love for you
challenges and meanders into every aspect of who I am.
Without expectation, I offer you nothing, other than all I am, were
and will be. Your church will cry blasphemy, but it's ok. We'll
build a new one.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 9:37 AM UTC
Your love for me is stifling. Or, should I say, my love for you
challenges and meanders into every aspect of who I am.
Without expectation, I offer you nothing, other than all I am, were
and will be. Your church will cry blasphemy, but it's ok. We'll
build a new one.
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