through the mist
and all the confusion
i see him.
he's running towards me
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I have never been able to trust fully again. I always have a corner of reserve in my mind. I protect myself so much I don't have time for a relationship. Stupid or wise? who knows. I guess I will never know.
That is the hardest part. Fighting the fear of tragedy. Fighting the fear of heartbreak. But once you are free of that, you never look back. Great poem. Heartfelt as always. -war
cute and lovely he pulls my hand and i never look back. is particularly nice
A most beautiful and powerful poem