When the insides of my being ache for your touch;
I hold you close…
To keep you safe, off and away;
I hold you close…
My arms, they give you wings.
posted by all meshed up at
11:33 PM
Sunday, February 25, 2007
When the insides of my being ache for your touch;
I hold you close…
To keep you safe, off and away;
I hold you close…
My arms, they give you wings.
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9 Comments:
beautiful words...
thanx!!
really amazingly beautiful lines,extra regards for that amazingly bonding pic!!!!!
The picture says it all... and your lines add more meaning to that.. Good work... :)
very nice, beautifully captured image and the text goes with it very well!
somehow it brings to mind this scene from a movie called "the pursuit of happyness" (dont know if youve seen it) where a broke father is trying to keep his son safe and they spend a night in a subway station toilet where they are sleeping on the floor with the father using his legs and whole body to jam the door shut so no one can get in and holding his child tight. the scene along with the sight of a tear rolling down the fathers face almost made me cry.
you have a great blog here. keep at it.
Cheers.
very nice, beautiful words.. added with the pic, they're perfect..
oh pain, PAIM! where dost thou take me that the mirror appears leaden to my images?
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Interesting to know.
Luffly!
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