Is it a blessing or a curse to be found? Is it a burden or a gift to be bound? Are you a comma or a dot, to my run on sentence? For I was just a word, that had refused to be defined. There is freedom when you say, I am through, I am through. Room for something to begin, all anew, all anew. I’m now a horse without a race, I will gallop where I please. With no shame, no hesitation, I’ll bow down upon my knees. My lonely days are over, over. And love is… Love is, Love is love, no matter who your thinking of. So you can open all those doors, that someone closed so long ago. Cause your bolder when you say, I am through, I am through. Room for something to begin… youtu.be/f44mhimIZMw
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 05:04:16 +0000