A ton of Mills.A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt2tkfswI thought that I had found myself and lost myself but I didn't know myself until I met you. I never knew that I could be true when the rest of the world held hidden agendas but I have never been more true than when I am confiding in you. Sordid life decisions flew from me the type that ought to be kept in a locked safebox in a closet they lacked judgement and shame when they met your ears because you always understood me. There are many stories of adventure of chaos and wild doings that would make the meek blush leaving scars and tattoos upon the weary that is what we have grown to be the bringer of the rock life never turning back since we found our place. I thank you for throwing your hands up for me taking the sting out of the past healing things that were not your fault and letting the air and sun reach me, and knowing how much I needed them to. The glint in your eyes scheme and the courage in your bones inspire the sages when the story your soul is telling is heard by the masses I am proud that I can say I am part of the life that most would not be strong enough to live. You shake up the moon, and egg the sun on taking baby steps to world domination that you think are trivial but the depth to them is not for the faint of heart. The wind blew our souls together thank god they did because I would not be nearly as good without you.
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1 Review Added on March 8, 2012 Last Updated on March 8, 2012 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |