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Saturday, January 3, 2009
My Wings
Love is where my lust live
Like a butterfly search for dead
As wind draw to the flame
My bore love knew no end
Meaning are changing
Whispers are living without form
This is where I kiss and tell
Left to think of the meaning
Left to sort through the clue
I want to understand my definition
Without judging it imperfections
Prove to be hard then loving them
As I see myself as other do
I learn looking at other love , lust , and sin
Is not enough any more
Leave to wonder why can’t you love me
Why can’t you see me
And what is holding me back from knowing you
While showing my wings
Like a butterfly search for dead
As wind draw to the flame
My bore love knew no end
Meaning are changing
Whispers are living without form
This is where I kiss and tell
Left to think of the meaning
Left to sort through the clue
I want to understand my definition
Without judging it imperfections
Prove to be hard then loving them
As I see myself as other do
I learn looking at other love , lust , and sin
Is not enough any more
Leave to wonder why can’t you love me
Why can’t you see me
And what is holding me back from knowing you
While showing my wings
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