I tender these words
As a collateral for your heart
I tender to you, these words of mine
Take them, run with them as thine.
I tender these words
As a collateral for your heart
I tender to you, these words of mine
Take them, run with them as thine.
This is to you
Whose sighs punctured the rhythm of the nights
Whose burden depressed the mattress
Whose tears drenched the pillowcases
May this console the loss you’ve found
May your faith find substance in your fate
May this be to you what I couldn’t say or do
Dean is opinionated.
That’s the first point of conflict in our three-week old relationship.
It felt like heaven sharing those precious moments with him, but who doesn’t want to be respected for their worth?
To him, life is choosing between white and black. Either we agree on his points or we don’t.
If he were here on this solitary lawn, he would probably choose the between white and red. But then, there’s the blue.
Through summer’s peep, autumn fell in flecks of grey upon the meadows. I smelt the winds and knew where I belong.
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