I loved him accordingly.
With my entire soul and being.
My love was passionate, but controlled.
I was quiet, but was also quite bold.
He was demanding and stubborn.
Yet gentle with his hands while remaining firm.
lol bad poem, goodbye, I've lost my inspiration tonight.
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Here We Are, But We're Still Lost
I have spilled my heart on this journal and now I am making it public. I doubt what you will find will interest you much. It's only my battered soul.
Lol, sorry, that was really angst, wasn't it?