Life
19 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
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No more obligations mister handsome. I’ll live here, while your arms are wrapped around a faceless gal that I never wish to know. Thank heavens I’m not near you, for it seems to me like I’d be swallowing a watermellon the moment my eyes come into focus. I call you friend because all those nicknames I once call ya face had something to do with my heart held by you. Another day passes and I wonder to God when or if my mind will wrap round the fact of marriage and if entering into such a thing is what I want. I’ll not curse this time nor push for something more. Looking back doesnt make me sad no more. I’ll wait, thats the verdict I’ve come so comfortable to hold. I’m the old fashion girl and well thats who I want to stay. Africa is where I want and no relationship will steal my eyes nor my heart until the good Lord say it is done time. Mean while I’m going to keep growing up and doing me the best way to please the God who loves me enough to of saved me oh so many years ago. Lets hold hands until you speak that whisper into my heart of where to turn next. Unill then I’m going to just keep treking like no tomorrow will stop me.
if you dont understand and want to, ask me and i done tell you the right truth promise
-Kiera
