In the eye of the storm 🩵 Invincable

Create your own Universe🩵

Words abscure in the language of the brids....

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#2 I'm her romance Her slow dance I give her heart No chance to flee but to see and be the colors Of my paint The prayers and Saint The breath for the faint Of heart the start was A roll in the hay A love undercover Now I've seen the pictures of a smiling mother and oh how I miss

From faded greys of rainy days
to light blue deja vu
in dreams that change
Of me for you

S.O.U.L.S.P.E.A.K.E.R. Perceptions of the divine love
Frequency feeling, the I above
AVC

Touch me
Like you do
My thoughts

#3. And oh, how I've missed her in trying to love her and make her smile the same way she did back in the day
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#2 I'm her romance Her slow dance I give her heart No chance to flee but to see and be the colors Of my paint The prayers and Saint The breath for the faint Of heart the start was A roll in the hay A love undercover Now I've seen the pictures of a smiling mother and oh how I miss

#1.([Faded smile in a gypsy mile])
Let me set the scene in letters
to Tara Jean Listen close, you'll know what I mean )
Their like books on display, with worlds to discover A Shakespeare Play Mid-summer lover I've become a writer, a fighter
All to excite her I'm her romance

You’re under no obligation to make sense to anyone when you’re being yourself and honoring your authenticity

She’s the quiet one with the loud heart