Crossing lines
There comes a point when the lines crossing and interweaving our lives are blurred,
not only by tears,
but especially by you and me and want and is....
your soul crying herself to sleep at night
wedged between duty and obligation
and forgotten overused words and emotions...
Estelle Haward
Mon 12th Sep 2016 21:08
Absolutely and what a slippery process it turns out to be.