Crispy cold
She tries to
Mold
Her icicles around
My heart
I shake my
Head
To refuse her
Debt
But I was lost
At the very start
A lonely day
I spend away
Trying to keep us
Apart
But the doubt
Crawls in
That I’m full of
Sin
And shouldn’t have been
born
With a heart
Kait King 2017
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Really deep, I love it
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Thank you 🙏🙂🌻
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Your very welcome. #myinspiration
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😁❤
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Well written
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Thank you 🙂🙏
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I sense the darkness and longing for love in this post! It’s cool to use our minds sometimes and understand when we slip into the dramas! Thanks for sharing!
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Yes, if only I had known beforehand! I guess that’s learning curves and the glorious gift of 20/20 vision 😊🌻
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Absolutely Kait!! 😆
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😁😉
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I need to read my WP posts more often…I’ve been seriously slacking
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Hey there! Haha😊 Oh yes, the peaks n doldrums of life catch us up in their crazy waves☺
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Hey…yup
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