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I'm Sold


The time has come my friends,

for stories to be told

for bridges to be sold

and hearts grow cold.

Dark caresses

between sweet fingers.

These smoke rings I blow

shatter the crisp clean air.

I am watching from above as my 

body sings,

I am not sure how to feel

only because I've been honest with

myself for the first time in a long

while.

This time I do not want to push

him away.

He is different.

Careful but careless,

caring but not clingy.

I have known him a long time

and I always wondered what he

would taste like.

Good.

Sweet,

a little reckless 

yes.

But

I'm still scared.

Rejection.

Children.

So many things could go wrong.

 

Where to now?

Forward probably.

Everything will be alright

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cheyanimal14

From Wyoming living in Washington. Just graduated High School and now attending University. I grew up on a ranch and in a dinner theatre, I write, read, act, play, sing, and basically anything I'm willing to try.

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