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I want to live the life of a hermit And live in beauty and bliss Pure will be my mind, and at least I will Appreciate my thoughts because I will be with them All the time and I'd at least better like them And no one will touch me Or grab at me or want me for the wrong reasons And no one will beg at me or chatter Moons will come, water will bring peace I will think of the ones I love and write them letters And examine my love, and know it is a kind so pure That it will stretch across the land and sea Every time you say "I'll miss your touch" I'll miss yours too, but not as much as I'll miss the façade Of knowledge that you used

So, I believe in free love. Who can tie it down? People try to beat it down, but that wasn't love to begin with. Love is patient, kind, and not jealous, and everything in 1 Cor. 13. It is on these principles that I stand resolved: I am a free lover. This includes, but is not limited to: 1. I may be in a relationship with you, but that doesn't mean that I'm completely committed. 2. When and if I do decide to get married, that is a different ballgame, so these words are then not applicable. 3. If the good times roll, and I'm in a relationship with you, the good times just roll. 4. If I am in a relationship with you, I don't nee

I want to be gracious, I need to be kind We are not the same kind anymore Where did all the flowers go? He brought me violets, I'd rather have what no flowers guarantee. I'll never understand, and I don't say that to whine, but to clarify. I will never have lived in your shoes, had your heart. But I try, I love you. My God is not your God, though He could be. You speak of hills and souls, Oh to transcend to your heart, and understand your ways is my goal But not everything is possible for me Though I love, I do not always understand The rape of thoughts the burn of razors on my skin These things have fled me, and I do not

I want to be gracious, I need to be kind We are not the same kind anymore Where did all the flowers go? He brought me violets, I'd rather have what no flowers guarantee. I'll never understand, and I don't say that to whine, but to clarify. I will never have lived in your shoes, had your heart. But I try, I love you. My God is not your God, though He could be. You speak of hills and souls, Oh to transcend to your heart, and understand your ways is my goal But not everything is possible for me Though I love, I do not always understand The rape of thoughts the burn of razors on my skin These things have fled me, and I do not

Here I am again, writing you a letter instead of working on my tasks I want the tulips you have to offer I don't want to lie to you, don't want to wear so many masks This is not just about my future coffers Dearest precious and adored --- From my power and responsibilities I mustn't shirk I have a thirst for knowledge and learning But for you and your soul I have a yearning You are lazy And it makes me crazy Do I choose love or whatever this is, Or security and success Do I want to be fulfilled or a law whiz? There's no guarentee with love, There's no guarantee with you or me But I come back to being unequally yoked Would I r

I take off my clothes I put the same ones back on I have many thoughts racing, and no one to communicate with My heart feels jilted But barely bruised I questioned before, but there was a correct order then A judge decided, and I could see their point of view He ruined it for me I cannot accept his decision I want to shank him Will I ever forget? Will I see peace with this? I feel for his mind, That it is so distorted How could he afford to lose our dreams? A man to honor, we did so well And that judge can be blessed And know what he made us lose In good time, justice will prevail I have faith in the truth In good time A

We say the soap opera of the washing machine The affair of the socks The spinning of the briefs I'd rather live in that world, half there with you With your merry warmth Than nine out of many places

I wash myself everyday to get the thoughts of you away.