Trying to gather thoughts that fly like the wind
A microcosm of macro proportions
Tornados of the mind, earthquakes of the heart
Tsunamis of lust
Blizzards of heartache to be braved
In the hopes of finding the rare treasure of My affection
Of being in the warmth of My protection
Safe from the landslide of lies and distrust
The acid rain tears of insecurity wearing down your self-esteem
Many ice ages have left glaciers around My hibernating heart
But hibernation is not death, only so near as to be easily confused
The only question is…
Are you sure you want to try?
2:51 pm
1/22/2010
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