The ice denied to inform the river that she will melt
Maybe the mountain did not bother how she felt
Now who shall be blamed for the flood
Name the murderer, but there is no blood

Search for the stains along the shore,
Although, if you look for more
Planks of wood from a farm,
The soul wanders, body floats from the arms
Details are pending but the answers lie at the core
CANNOT DIG A WAY TO IT.

I love him.
I like him. I want him.
Heart , body and mind has their own brain I see.
He!  Is the perpendicular bisector of my heart, the negative hyperbole in my smile.
But He!  Arms so strong and so big oooooo.
Makes me think of the positions that Were imagined In my mind while exploring 50 Shades of Grey.
When I feel his ego, his manhood, his family bearer my legs shake and make me vow **** in front of him.
Yet He!  Never liked him much. Just didn't see my tomorrow's sunrise in his eyes No!  
But one day he took me and turned me and beat me and ..... I never thought he would.
The sun kissing our skin and I closed my eyes most of the time to feel what's inside of me and it was satisfying.
It was a surprise that we'd go that far. Still didn't like him much.
Caught up between Him, Him, and Him.
At the end I chose what the heart wants.
The occurance of the thoughts in my Mornings