Even my sins are apologetic /red no read the lines
I need you like the earth needed
the flood
and finally!, men turn 40 too many times in a storm that rhymes with sister/wifeish situation or wanting more and thenagain if we weren't in this delirium the story wouldn't take place. Not forgiven but never blamed. Not understood, but loved past the pain of understanding and for it and, always/yours. I could not endure having others tell me how to love.
