Holiday Mondays and sometimes Sundays come and go in the blink of an eye. but somehow, you remain.
through fire and rain broken bones twisted hearts, tears, and me -- just another day another bruise, another scar, another hurdle you're still here, and so am I.
for this, I am thankful. this day and all the afters to come.
it's wonderful to have found a love that's true and real isn't it KL... they look and see you, all of you, the nooks and crannies of hard life, the demons and nightmares of past mistakes and still want to hold you, whisper in your ear, walk aside you with feeling and see you smile... indeed it is!!! glad to have read your poem KL as it allows me to remember...
It's that normal everyday humdrum existence that make all the difference, if they stick around for that, you know you've got something/someone special.
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I don't do Read Requests, but you can PM me if you want me to read something specific. I make friends with people who I read and interact with. I won't accept random reque.. more..