here i stand,
your beating heart,
in my hand.
full of innocence,
so young,
so touchable.
i can destroy,
i can break you,
it's so easy.
just a hug,
your heart beats,
a little slower.
my hands so powerful,
hug you tighter,
hug you harder...
your heart will stop.
i cup your heart,
gently in both hands,
and hand it back to you.
i walk away,
your heart beating,
in your chest...
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To have the power of anothers love in your hands is scary. The thing is koeks as jy nie wil hoor nie moet jy voel. You have expressed as dearly and as nicely as you can, but in time we all learn, we cant always get what we want!
Power is evil, pain gives power. Pain is supposedly evil, but they are mistaken...only pain givers are evil. But without them, motivation sneaks out the house unchecked. You've got stories to tell...lot more then you blog about.
It's time to tell the world what you know. And thank you.
koeks.. if we never try, we'll nerver know what we can or can't have.. sometimes we get burnt, maar smeer net bietjie ointment, wag a ruk en proebeer weer...
marra... sometimes we get given a power that we neither want nor choose. i believe that we all have a bit of evil in us and can misuse a power without the realisation that we are causing pain...
(that's another story)
;*
Yes Marra, she does have allot off stories to tell.
The thing is power is what you make off it.
Just do not think too much about it, jy se my dit dan altyd koekamakanka.
Love ya.
Mwah
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