Before the nightmare in my head
You were there
When the nights only felt dark and alone
I looked for You
The warm breeze of August reminds me of You
And I smile
When I look out my window to the reflecting sun
I see You
Always I cry for Your return to this place
But You never left
So I want to climb into Your lap
And love You
The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."
About Me
- MRJ
- Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.
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Actually, I meant to say
...There's something that I didn't tell you
Until this last weekend...
There's nothing else that I haven't told you...
oops...my bad...I didn't mean to... It was cool too.
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