the illicit

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we sat there, my legs crossed
yours stretched out
my family's back on me
and God's loving arms
stretching forth

welcoming us to His serene house.

i looked away, not taking His invitation. Instead became a stubborn imp.burrying myself in my weaknesess

felt the breeze, (perfect.)
smelled the trees, (smelled like morning dew)
tasted my dry mouth; (i wanted to talk)
heared the wind blow its route (blew my hair back)
it was going down south.
somehow i wanted to go wtih it
take your hand fly out
go crazy and run about

my senses are alive when i m with you
does this mean i feel it too...

I suddenly smiled as i looked at you staring dumbly at nothing, staring at me
i then whispered in my bleeding heart "maybe... "
then looked forward and saw what veracity has in store for me
my parents. my life. God.
then again... "maybe not."
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