Crossing lines

There comes a point when the lines crossing and interweaving our lives are blurred,

not only by tears,

but especially by you and me and want and is....

your soul crying herself to sleep at night

wedged between duty and obligation

and forgotten overused words and emotions...

◄ Choices

Ropes ►

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Estelle Haward

Mon 12th Sep 2016 21:08

Absolutely and what a slippery process it turns out to be.

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