Tuesday, March 9, 2010

I grew weary of waiting.
Waiting for life to finally
Come up and hit me
To begin living, I had been waiting

This is it. This is my life, boy.
I am here with hair of gold,
I am here with eyes of blue
With a heart that is bleeding for you.
I am here.

I decide to love you, to appreciate you
It's a little bird love
that I am eager to feed and watch
Watch it grow

This breath.
That breath.
Here I am!

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