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Full moon
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2013
I go back through all my lovers like the sands of time through my soul
Exfoliating my heart so it’s fresh
What if
What if
What if
Who cares?
Maybe it was me
Maybe it was them
Maybe it was timing
But does it matter in the end?
When I dig down deep to write out their love for me
Rid the spot where my body bellows their name and sadness fills my heart till I sink in the beach after the tide
Walking where their foot prints were left in the sand
Feeling their dreams between my toes
Understanding for the first time in my life
Why I always stumble
Does it matter in the end?
When the tide always comes again
Jeez! I love this!
Jeez! I love this! Another soulmate poem, my Dear!
"Does it matter in the end?
When the tide always comes again"
Indeed it does! Some are made of sand, and some of granite. All may wear away, but some not in this lifetime ;-)
:) ah Beavis it is good to be
:) ah Beavis it is good to be back! you ALWAYS make my day.
"all may wear away, but some not in this life time"
:) <3
Much Love
Ashley
Oh my gosh just perfectly
Oh my gosh just perfectly written a wonderful and deeply sensuous reflection! I love your wonderful mind! HugSS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Smoothie my dear sometimes
Smoothie my dear sometimes you are just TOO good to me :) I adore you
Much Love
Ashley