BLISS
I have got your tasteOn the tip of my tongue
I have dirt on my feet from the places I come from
You've got my heart
And my Soul in your hands
We'll take the love that we've made, give it a home in our plans
We've got the time
Yes the whole world can wait
Who says that this love that we have is not in it's permanent state
Poetry by ashley honig
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Written on 2012-11-13 at 17:49
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