Past thing weigh me down.
Make me reminiscent.
Makes me talk as I'm beaten around.
And the hurts of the past effect present perceptions, of my received love.
The eagle Won't function right with a fractured wing.
The singer with laryngitis struggles to sing
at last when light totally heals.
is when one can open up to her.
how do you feel about me.
he needs prompting then.
he dose fine.
the hope will wax sublime
©redic
R