I want to get personal. I want to be raw and real. More often than not I'm afraid of offending, or not being accepted. I don't want to be a run-of-the-mill cutout. This is me. I want to share what I love, what I un-love, how I feel, what I wish. Haters welcome. I have so much more for you to be upset about:)
Your soul was meant for spring.
Wherever you go, you go running.
Walking is not an option.
You are quick to say "I'm sorry".
You are even quicker to do it again.
Your embrace melts the deepest hurt.
Your soft words melt my hardened heart.
I love you, baby boy.
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