this breaks tradition
One I had set for myself
For myself only
One hundred posts
And then move on.......
One hundred senteces
Without a meaning
Without a stopping or a start
Who'd ever read them?
From start to finish
From first to last?
Who'd ever take the time to take everything in?
I Know i couldnt
I love you and thats all that's important
I want to be with you until the sun goes dim
Tho everlasting it may seem
it shall too come to an end
and I will be there
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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