Her.
She wanted freedom and security
Something that confused him.
Lock her in a cage
Or give her wings to grow.
Though he loved her very much
He cannot do what he does not know.
Thursday 10th December 2015 4:32 am
Bodies
In these bodies we love
In these bodies we lie
In thses bodies we live
In these bodies we die
In these bodies we see
In these bodies we hide
In these bodies we think
In these bodies we thrive.
Thursday 10th December 2015 4:21 am
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