Hands on DeckA Poem by BoantlersClashes of mismatched manners Backlashes on plans, holts on actions Time standing still, minds moving backward Good will is never in fractions, it never crashes The passion for fellow man to one is born natural Still factions maybe blindly, maybe greedily; unknowingly taxing Some freedom found in patches; breathing Hesitancy in tune bleeds into ashes Worry in accordance; freed out of relevance Standing, calling Reaching forward Strength found inside the will of hearts
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Added on July 26, 2010 Last Updated on July 26, 2010 AuthorBoantlersAK, Earth, New ZealandAboutSometimes I just want to hold you and kiss your cheek Knowing you know everything's okay; makes everything okay for me If that makes any sense? I know you will know what I mean You always do Movi.. more..Writing
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