Fumbling for smiles and greetings, For affections and soft hands, A hardening of arteries and heart. He gives one last gasp for breath, The crunch of gravel his only reminder of existence; Sane in an insane world.
Here is me. Overly romantic in a world so jaded by pavement. I write because I can. A passion, perhaps, but there are other things to be passionate about. I love because tomorrow is not a certainty. Friendship, music, my guitar, and other things. Love and Peace
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