The small part of me that still believes in fairy tales and in meeting the ideal match......someday.


Blow me

Blow me away my dear
my heart is far too near
To reality thats so clear
Of woes that ring fear


Blow me, pray take courage
Free minds not held bondage
No more carry past baggage
Of gone lovers now pupilage

Blow me, make me merry
That doubts no more carry
And pain no longer ferry
In pure bliss let us marry





Poetry by Kat
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Written on 2006-02-06 at 10:51

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boy
the longing and anticipation can almost be tangible.Great.
2006-02-06


John Ashleigh
Repetitive. Outstanding. Blown away!

You have tried hard to make an atmosphere work, and it does, very under-contrast but noticable. This is a very good achievement, an achievement to be proud of.
2006-02-06