I find myself tying strings around my paper heart,
making the knots tight in hopes that it won't fall apart.
I picture this heart of origami with twists and turns
made of white paper and rough edges
with a vivid color of red in the middle surrounding the core.
There is no safety net this time
it's just you and I
Entangled in this beautiful chaos.
I once heard that love is a battlefield,
that you haven't lived unless you've lived to love
I cut one string and then another… because I want to live.
We are interchangeable, indifferent -yet the same
it seems so complicated and feels so beautiful
it's just you and I.
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I love you Ralphie.
The man is the head of the household, but the woman is the neck and she can turn the head any way she wants.
EMILIOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Like sand dunes through the hourglass, so are the blondes of our lives.
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"time passes differently for an observer when a beautiful woman rests her hand on your leg."
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In this Chaos and burning I find a way to release, these are my words, these words set me free, This is my breath of life, this is me, in my free colored and spirited world of poetry.
Jeannie
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In this Chaos and burning I find a way to release, these are my words, these words set me free, This is my breath of life, this is me, in my free colored and spirited world of poetry.
Jeannie
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I love you Ralphie.
The man is the head of the household, but the woman is the neck and she can turn the head any way she wants.
EMILIOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Like sand dunes through the hourglass, so are the blondes of our lives.
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the whole world needs to pull up its pants!
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In this Chaos and burning I find a way to release, these are my words, these words set me free, This is my breath of life, this is me, in my free colored and spirited world of poetry.
Jeannie
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