Broken
I've always known life was hard...

Links of Love
Two souls are birthed, two spirts form...

The aroma of your heated passion,
Fills my lungs to linger there...

I lay in bed at end of day,
Where I exercise free will...

If I showed up inside your day dream,
As I suspect I do...

Your eyes beckon so I listen,
They speak in unmistaken tones...