Find Me

Follow Me...
No, I really shouldn't.

Follow Me...
No, it really wouldn't be prudent.

Ahh, c'mon, Follow Me..
Is it gunna hurt?

Silly question, Follow Me:
True, I guess I should learn to love again.

Here we float in a state of bliss, nothing he's ever felt like this...
So pure, so true, so everything in you.

Follow Me...
For why, and where, do we need to go?

Follow Me, I've never mislead you in the past.
No, you're correct, you've taught me love in it's purest.

Now at this time we are at a fork in the road.

Don't Follow Me, for we never were... You should have known.

BJS -- 2kXI
Dutch

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Unknown said…
wow do I know who this is about? I think I do
February 3, 2011 at 11:52 PM
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