Monday, May 25, 2015

GONE LIKE THE FURNITURE

My dad told me "Never lay down with a woman that has more troubles than you."
It took me years to understand what he meant.

Your heart won't remember the burning fire the next time you feel the flame of desire.







'Did he say goodbye to you or did you kick him out?'

I pick up the vibe of abused women healing.






A bitter heart will not reveal the Spring that love remembers.






Gone, sez it all.




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