 | Ryen (Spontaneous Prose - unedited) Current mood:Exact What is they say about pain… I can't exactly remember a heart beat so sweet
Do you remember the intensity of our zero hour moments… Walking across our ghost town streets
And how we find our love street wet… From the intensely furious Denver spring rains and our pride lions roaming free
Could we ever imagine the razor intensity of this springs bloom… Across our forever vast imagination fields
Can we construct from our world the depths of our imagination… And realize the momentum from our hunger driven nails
Your nails that you cut down that beautiful French crossed morning… Your head down and strong in stunning curiosity
The coincidence of strength in your picture from home… You saved close to your heart for so many years and showed to me this morning
A heart that found a new window in time… Our time today
Time for us… Is forever
Forever my liquid Lioness... Roaming free in your territory of raging rock gardens |
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