Tenderhearted
Being tender of heart is no easy thing.Brace myself in sad the story.Try mightily I do to make me tuff.Mellowing over the years has made me understanding of sorts.For to be would I not ever feel.So exposed am I.Wondering if I have what it takes to be with someone.Years of alone time have made me tender and vulnerable.When word is given I believe .My life compared to a cemeteary and a beauty salon.To have a life I know I must reach somehow.For all I do now is sleep on the edge.My tenderness makes me tender.
Iamadreamr 1/16/09
Iamadreamr 1/16/09
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