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I’m stressed, I think, well I know I’m in love, and yet I don’t fully trust him. Not that I don’t trust him, just I don’t have trust for anyone anymore. So I guess I must learn to trust, or must somehow prove myself wrong. Help my soul to believe my love, help my mind to believe in trust. Even if I am wrong, and he really is lying to me, I want trust in him, I want to be able to trust someone even if lied to. Foolish, yes very, resourceful, extremely. Harmful, possibly, but needed, yes, confusing , completely. Nauseous, nail biting, shaky, mind boggling, outrageously outstanding feelings of anxiety, 100%.
Kiss my lips, gird my hips, and watch the love drip from my soul. But remember poetry is my bible, words are my life, and thinking is what keeps me alive.
 Poetic_Indulgence · Fri Apr 04, 2008 @ 06:14pm · 0 Comments |
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