LOST CAUSE A wayward word is just a wisp- a glimmer of cloud in the rim of an eye. I think of you and wonder why- we are simply two clouds in the sky. And by and by I reminisce could we not have shared just one sweet kiss? Why must this lust be so impure- am I simply alone and insecure? So, shall I care and keep to myself- until the life of love falls off the shelf.
More..Megan Oliver-Parker
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