You use to write me love letters.
You’d put so many beautiful words together.
I’d reread them and imagine us being together.
You won my mind and took my heart.
The chase was over, your prize discarded.
Never was it meant to be kept under lock and key.
A heart set free,
flies with butterflies for everyone to see.
I don’t cross your mind but you still cross mine.
I no longer receive love letters from you.
So out with the old.
New love letters are overdue.
Familiarity relax the mind. Dream to bed sweet one, the sheets holds my image to wrap you when you are cold, look up, my words are painted in the ceiling to spin you to a beautiful rest.
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“Spin into a beautiful rest” nicely said.
Thanks for reading
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Good one
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Thank you 😊
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Welcome. U can visit ma blog someday
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Omg..that is penned so well..!
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Thank you for saying so 😆
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So beautiful!!!
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I appreciate you saying so
Thank you 😊
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Good one 👏👏
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Thank you 😊
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Thanks for your like of my post, “Israel In Isaiah, 3:1-4:1, 760 B.C.,” you are very kind. Please keep up your own good work….P.S., This post of yours is very much like me.
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Love is so relatable.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
I appreciate it 🙂🙂🙂
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Absolutely
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Thank you.
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Thank you very much.
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So visual and passionate.
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Thank you for greatly for reading and commenting 😬😬😬
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