zonerbot
i was once held in the arms of a lover.
a friend in all ways.
we held hands.
we held doors.
we held hearts.
but we could never hold on too what we made.
ill miss being held in his arms.
with his sea like eyes looking down on me.
let me hold you again, friend
i wonder what i sound like to someone who speaks a different language.
What exactly is having an accent like.
i wonder what the wonderful people wonder about.
the sane ones.
with all the wonder in the world.
hmm.
ponder.
that's a better word.