What A Prince Is Made Of
By Soul Churner
Your compliments are the warmth inside me. I have my issues I can not explain. Words are like waste Used up from the beginning. Sometimes just thrown away And not retained. But there are times I hear you........ In the distance. Just when I'm captured, Longing for your comfort, I see you............. Holding no resistance, Fighting my battles Like such a warrior. Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 10:38 AM PST, wendy tyler 0 • 18
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"Your compliments are the warmth inside me...."