Staring at the ring around your finger

Oct 29, 2005 12:00

I'm looking at my own ring. Twirling it around my finger and wondering what sort of promise our relationshi holds. Will you be my first,or will you be my last. I know that we may not last forever and that things have gone wrong in the past.
I can't keep you out of my soul. You seem to be stuck there, hidden between my heart and my head.I have given you all I can give. Except my only pride. My innocence the key to my women hood. Safely locked away in a heart shapped box. Will you be the one to unlock?
Pixie
I love you just the same

reltionships, love, poetry, sex

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