Friday, November 9, 2012

Waves of Warmth

If I were ever to leave tomorrow

would what you do



There would be endless regrets

time has nothing to wait but

it is our image of self that wins the game

so much to talk of our ego



Baby

I am as buoyant as a ball

when I love you

I (will) tell you

and would never want to leave anything behind



If it is of existentialism 

I am designed to fulfil one of that I own



If you disagree

some things are just meant to be


Love,
Lynn

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