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written by: T.W.N.D

I told you
.
(well, I never really did)
But whose to say how it really
happened?
Not like it would change much.
After all
This is constantly growing.
I,
Yes I will admit
I was terribly scared.
(still am)
For, having the sweetest fruit
Ripped out of your hands
Can never be pleasant and
So, to have you walk,
away from me would
And does scare me to death.
This constant,
Growing.
Constant feeling of
Happiness, Passion, and Butterflies
Has to stay.
This jolt of lightening
Burst of air must
sustain.
For without it,
(I mean this now)
For, without this,
This world would be meaningless,
Nothing
.

Comments:

Sun, Dec 19, 2010 at 10:24PM

Wow. Incredible!

Mon, Dec 27, 2010 at 3:42PM

Thank you!

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