birds wings do grow tired....when you land to arms .......tired.....be sure its to be loved....and not possesed.....for those same wings will grow feverish....and want to fly a bit.......but so desiring to come back to the arms of its love......those dominant...hold you down.....in fear you wont return...fly till you find the arms of love.....not the trap.....that youve been in before.... be willing to feel the pain of your love gone....to embrace the pain of waiting....watching the window till he returns.....knowing your joy will match it....when you see him
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bellasiren
18:18 Nov 20 2009
I will wait at the window xVvvvvVx