You feel heaven touching your hands
Why scared dude?
We are alluring into sliding sands.
A moment to cherish
You have been hurt many times before
The next special person is an individual to be
We that climb to the heavens, sometimes cannot see.
Fight the past and leave the future where you can be free,
Time and time again we crave new excitement
And rightfully so,
As harmony with love may need a gentle blow.
I care and I love
But the latter is hard to hold true
I suppose the moral of this feeling
Is to make sure the body, heart and mind holds essence for those who are no longer blind. x
Jason Andrews
01/11/2017
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