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We run with the truth, our very own storied excuse where we tell the other just how much we’re loved always getting what we wanted to give. Clearly, our hearts are forthright and honest. It’s the start of a fire with the girl who understands how to speak the actual truths in words. With both…

I can keep drawing these two dimensional stick figures in the sand like some primitive man. It’s 2 in the morning and I’m mixed with goodness that’s making the dull ache of yesterday seem all worth it. The words are enough for me I’m thankful I can still draw these awful stick figures in the…

A nighttime lover it’s all we’ve ever wanted, besides, who speaks with a magical tongue like the old days? So few can understand anymore the love-drawn torturous eyes that have wrecked our bodies. Stare, it can’t be helped, but to stare means you want what we already have it’s a jealous cycle for sure. Believe…

Without ever having to look it was easy to see why this time she was the one girl, unlike the rest.   There was never a need to have that type of discussion, where things had to be spelled out she already knew without ever asking. A refreshing quench for sure, the drought has taken its…

Our coveted pretty place adorned heavily in heavenly icons. Close to our bed love rosaries hang close at hand just in case we need to pray for our burdened sins. Sins that aren’t so easily made up I’m constantly in prayer asking for the return of your attention there is something that makes up the…