The spark between us
Flickered and grew
My obsession with you
Knew no bounds
Until that time you left
With my heart
Still firmly in your hands
The spark between us
Flickered and grew
My obsession with you
Knew no bounds
Until that time you left
With my heart
Still firmly in your hands
Poems and Petals 
5 stars 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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No “takesie-backsies” in the game of love. We give our hearts freely, blindly, never realizing that it may never be returned. Never seeing far ahead enough to disclose disclaimers of ownership.
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No “takesie-backsies”, lol! How true is that, imagine being able to say “I’ll just take my heart back thanks”! Thank you, Oscar!
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No. Then we’d be called Indian Givers.
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Reblogged this on freethembirds.
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Thank you for the reblog!
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Gawd does this ‘sting to high heavens’ or what?! 😨 💔
Crippling’s the feeling….a hurt sooo deeply etched and grained! 😔 I’ll just banish the thoughts already,…..the horror! 😱💀
Beauty in simplicity Vonita, quite! 👍😊
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Thank you Yemi, I love your comments, they are unforgettable 🙂
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Beautiful! Simply lovely.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Amazing artwork and words. Thank you.
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Thank you for your reading and support of my writing, Vonita.
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You are welcome. I enjoyed your work.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing artwork and words. Please enjoy the talented writer.
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Thanking you!
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You are welcome.
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