This is my bucket full of journals.
Of all my possessions, they are the most priceless.
It's contents, Me.
Below is a poem written almost thirteen years ago: 2/8/2000.
Of all my possessions, they are the most priceless.
It's contents, Me.
Below is a poem written almost thirteen years ago: 2/8/2000.
Love has no definition
Or any types of premonitions
Love comes directly from your heart
It hurts like hell when it has to part
Love does cause pain
But Love is a gift that has to be exchanged
Love makes you crazed that you feel like your constantly in a daze
It makes your heart skip a 1000 beats
You feel like dancing in the streets
Love does have a wicked side
Your mind is constantly in a tide
Your heart may ache
But there's no medicines to take
Love begins with hello and ends in goodbye
Love makes you laugh ad it makes you cry
Love is so complicated but that's the best part
Knowing you have no control over your heart.
I am happy to share that I have still retained some of my romantic sensibility (plenty of mistakes= more wisdom ;) ).
With Love,
Erika xoxo
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