Dreams are just fantasy
hope is just love in disguise
maybe its you
maybe its me
but i guess itll never be we, us, love, you,
maybe im trying to hard to understand you
without saying i love you
how do i love a loveless vessel
how do i cope with it
manage;
maybe i dont need you, but i do love you,
love your roots, your trees, your fruit,
where do we go from here
you knew me , but now you have to know me again
are you ready?
because im never ready
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Marshall Wallace
I'm a writer {because I create things}
-Ebony Stewart
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