Watching and waiting as the world around me changing, displaying, the colours of belief. Stating, dismaying the losing of understandin, accepting only this , my grief. Hoping, playing the life that is presenting, offering a brand new reality. Preying, staying true 2 loving, trusting what lyf is offering 2 me.
The hardest part of love is letting go, as i lay clinging i long but 2 show. My need 4 this feeling, my mutual m8, the hate 4 my feeding, a mutual fate. Lives intertwined, but meeting 2 l8, a lil tym spent, our tym was great. A selfish need, but still no regret. My love 4 this One is but shared by few, in just a few weeks, who knew, who knew... Somedays i think its meant 2 be, but im starting 2 wonder, am i just thinking of me. Once again, im torn in twine, but this tym its love, this love is devine. Usually im dead, a fuckt near hollow, but i feel younge again with a lil sorrow. Sorrow 4 having 2 say good bye, the reason is worthe it, if u must ask y. This love, this lyf, this reality. Her love, her lyf and responsibility. Not cause she must, or 4 self gain u see, but 4 her wee one, her motherhood need. I choose 2 hang on and 2morow we see, but only tym will tell, if she's meant 4 me.
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my baby i miss u with every bone in my body and every poor oozes sorrow as i think of what we had, wat we have and what mite be in the distant futur. if ondly life was fair and just we would stil be together yet i shel achive my goals and i shell lead the path i have ingraved for my futur for the three of us . yes my quest for nowlge and wisdom has taken me to a forbidin place of lonlyness and disper yet i shel stand tall and we shell come out in the end ondly time will tel but our bone that conection we shere will never be broken and will always search for the other half til the day we are to gether again i love u my sweet baby
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