The man who steals my heart Will not accept my precious emotional nature He will embrace it And know that it is the perfect compliment To the strength from him I seek
The heart of a child in a woman's body; a poet's soul expressed through the eyes of reality; an engaging, curious mind locked inside an aching head. That's me...at this moment. An attitude of gratitude for everything, (yep even the bad) brings me peace and keeps me "conscious" and in the moment...the only way to live. The past is but a memory, tomorrow never comes, there is only today, this hour, this minute, this second...whoops there it goes.
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