-Will you let me?-
I appreciate everything about the complexities of this rubix cube called: the Woman. I can agree when they say "You don't know what you have until it's gone". This is my appreciation for the woman I'm missing in MY life.....
From your pedicured toes
To your face so pretty and it shows
Your skin soft and your walk;seductive and Sexy
I'll be the man I can be if you let me
Your legs belong on a runway- model status what you are
To me in my eyes, a diamond so precious - my morning star
Your naval and stomach yearns for my touch
A passion that burns -results in - pink cookies gettin' crushed
By buildings to create children
Just imagine
Having a passion that burns daily minus the action
That makes vanilla cascades happen
Can you feel me?
Let my words massage your whole core
Let your heart beat with mine
At the same time
Never before
Experienced by mines truly, I love your smile
Your lips soft as silk: tongue fruit in my mouth
It's my pleasure to caress your neck
So, lay on your stomach for a while
While I massage your back and send chills up your spine
Is this love? If not it'll come in due time
Your gluteus is true
So I pay attention to the bubble
Sexually Sensual on the Senses
Apple bottom full of trouble
You smack my hands, laugh then rollover to your back
Your smile is like the sunshine
Unique to the max
Your eyes I can enjoy for days
Beautiful in every way
And your eyebrows compliment your face
I don't know why and don't want to understand but it's how I am
You can have a million friends just remember who's your #1 fan
Your beauty exceeds natural expectations
God Blessed you with a beautiful mind
Gotta be a favorite of his creations
And our conversations
Bring satisfaction
So my appreciation
Is shown through my actions
And found in these pages
If you haven't smiled by the time you got here - I'm not talking to you - I'm talking to her, with all due respect.
If you were smiling, I'm glad you feel appreciated and thank you for letting me enjoy you physically here. Next up is my mental enjoyment of you. My appreciation surpasses these words but I wanted to try. You deserve more. When will enough be enough? For you complex women, I doubt and "enough" actually exist. ;-)
But whether I'm close or far from it, please, let me know.
How else will I know what adjustments to make?
I'll be the man I can be for you if you let me. So the real question is: Will you let me?
Anthony Owens
-If being loved is your goal, you will fail to achieve it-
M.Scott Peck, M.D.
It's so hard to not feel resentment towards her. Tell me... is this selfish? I met her when I was young. I suppose more mentally young than physically but young all the same. She consoled me when I didn't care for myself or my well being BUT she was there. The acceptance, so unspeakable I barely can write it. So true, as You see these words it's obvious I can't hide it. But how could she leave when I needed her most? My life was dependent upon her and it's like she felt it. Knew it...then withheld from me my deepest desires. She was so proud. I see her in others' arms. She walks past me everyday... LOVE is her name.
When I don't want her, she's like a cat making her way to me. Since I don't pay her attention anymore, she starts to speak. Gradually she want to be around me - more & more. It's visible to me from her actions. She starts to flirt and her attempts at seducing me begin but I have my guards up and won't let her get close to me. I love her but I'm scared of her having me around her finger again. Enthralled with her and her ways. Spellbound by her and loving her. Loving LOVE. Loving to Love.
And Loving to be in Love.
I wonder if she loves me...? I would think she would. I feel I'm lovable. At times though, I feel it's not possible for her to love anyone other than herself. If I loved myself as I love her - would I look for her outside of me? Would I look for her in nature? Would I look for her in someone interested in me? Would I look for her in YOU?
Anthony Owens
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Writings from George Timbers
-A Gift and Sometimes a Curse-
Have you ever thought that we are all born to die? So, wouldn't that make life more precious? As a child growing up we are taught to stay in a childs' place, but some children are taught to be little adults.
When we teach our children to stay in a childs' place they miss out on valuable lessons. What their parents talk about with other's concerning the worlds' issues, financial security, and how important hard work is. But a lot of parents try to shield their children from the world and that's where all the problems occur.
Now when children are raised as little adults they tend to take on more responsibility which will improve as they get older. Being taught at a young age the values and morals of being an adult should be taught in every household. What parent doesn't want their child to have the best chance in life?
Figure on spending close to the first twenty five years of your life searching for a niche in life. If you truly don't like what it is doing you'll be wasting valuable time. So find something you enjoy doing.
Then forty to sixty years perfecting or getting comfortable with all the decisions that have gotten you to this point. Oh, it's too late to complain about what I should've done now that time is running out, I have to try and make the most of it.
Some people go out of this world with a whole lot more pain then they caused coming in, why not live life to its fullest? There are millions of things to do but without happiness and the means to do them life is going to be painful.
Look around you, and ask yourself how many people do I associate with that are basically the walking dead. We have to be willing to help open their eyes, with the right approach ANYONE can change.
George Timbers
-Untitled-
Damn, how did I get in here, can you see me? All I see is a blank screen- there's not much room in this box, no where to go. Well the only thing I control are my thoughts and ideals. I'm always willing to share with those that will listen.
On this journey I've been through many trials but this one describes the victim. Oh, how I thought I was the predator, the person who had everything under control only to find out I was the victim of something greater.
I was a victim of my own creating, and sure every victim remembers the circumstances leading up to the climax of their instant offense. Well I accept full responsibility for losing focus of my goals, hurting the ones I love, and getting so caught up with what was going on around me I became something I used to dislike.
But lifestyles, material things, and ideas all play their roles in our lives, we spend way too much time peering at this box. Turn on the news for example: eighty percent negativity, how can so many people be concerned about something bad happening? If you keep talking about the bad- what should you expect to happen?
That's been my biggest problem, what I like to call pre-failure. We always say we want the most for ourselves but more than half the world is struggling, they say the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. Rich people say this for a reason, if they say it enough people will believe it. The more you are told something the easier it is to fall into it's pattern. You'll never be anything-how could anyone who cares say that to another person? They only care about what they are doing and most likely they aren't happy. I wasn't happy taking advantage of those dependent on drugs, but it took me to lose my freedom to realize I was my own worst enemy.
I would lie to myself, hurt my body with no disregard for the future, I really cared for nothing as long as I was satisfied. And that's the crazy part I feared what I wanted most, to be loved. Any dog can bite but they all like to be petted shown some act of kindness no different from a human.
I know what it's like to get up everyday and look in the mirror, and remain that person because when you can't have what you want you'll make the proper adjustments to achieve your goals.
George Timbers
Have you ever thought that we are all born to die? So, wouldn't that make life more precious? As a child growing up we are taught to stay in a childs' place, but some children are taught to be little adults.
When we teach our children to stay in a childs' place they miss out on valuable lessons. What their parents talk about with other's concerning the worlds' issues, financial security, and how important hard work is. But a lot of parents try to shield their children from the world and that's where all the problems occur.
Now when children are raised as little adults they tend to take on more responsibility which will improve as they get older. Being taught at a young age the values and morals of being an adult should be taught in every household. What parent doesn't want their child to have the best chance in life?
Figure on spending close to the first twenty five years of your life searching for a niche in life. If you truly don't like what it is doing you'll be wasting valuable time. So find something you enjoy doing.
Then forty to sixty years perfecting or getting comfortable with all the decisions that have gotten you to this point. Oh, it's too late to complain about what I should've done now that time is running out, I have to try and make the most of it.
Some people go out of this world with a whole lot more pain then they caused coming in, why not live life to its fullest? There are millions of things to do but without happiness and the means to do them life is going to be painful.
Look around you, and ask yourself how many people do I associate with that are basically the walking dead. We have to be willing to help open their eyes, with the right approach ANYONE can change.
George Timbers
-Untitled-
Damn, how did I get in here, can you see me? All I see is a blank screen- there's not much room in this box, no where to go. Well the only thing I control are my thoughts and ideals. I'm always willing to share with those that will listen.
On this journey I've been through many trials but this one describes the victim. Oh, how I thought I was the predator, the person who had everything under control only to find out I was the victim of something greater.
I was a victim of my own creating, and sure every victim remembers the circumstances leading up to the climax of their instant offense. Well I accept full responsibility for losing focus of my goals, hurting the ones I love, and getting so caught up with what was going on around me I became something I used to dislike.
But lifestyles, material things, and ideas all play their roles in our lives, we spend way too much time peering at this box. Turn on the news for example: eighty percent negativity, how can so many people be concerned about something bad happening? If you keep talking about the bad- what should you expect to happen?
That's been my biggest problem, what I like to call pre-failure. We always say we want the most for ourselves but more than half the world is struggling, they say the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. Rich people say this for a reason, if they say it enough people will believe it. The more you are told something the easier it is to fall into it's pattern. You'll never be anything-how could anyone who cares say that to another person? They only care about what they are doing and most likely they aren't happy. I wasn't happy taking advantage of those dependent on drugs, but it took me to lose my freedom to realize I was my own worst enemy.
I would lie to myself, hurt my body with no disregard for the future, I really cared for nothing as long as I was satisfied. And that's the crazy part I feared what I wanted most, to be loved. Any dog can bite but they all like to be petted shown some act of kindness no different from a human.
I know what it's like to get up everyday and look in the mirror, and remain that person because when you can't have what you want you'll make the proper adjustments to achieve your goals.
George Timbers
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Ms goodnight by Troy Adams
-Ms. Goodnight-
"Domino!" Mark yelled slamming down the domino on the table. "Let me get that money up off you." he said collecting the left over dominos the other three players had in their hand." 10...20...35... gimme 55." he said, counting the points on the black and white pieces to add to his score.
Just as he threw the pieces into the center of the table, Ms. Goodnight's voice came over the loud speaker, " Attention D-1 inmates, Mark Anthony, please report to your counselors office." "What the fuck this bitch want? She better have my half-way house papers ready. I'm tired of fucking with these people." he said, slamming the chair as he got up from the table. "I'll see ya'll later on. I gotta go see Ms. Goodnight - get your weight up. Ya'll niggas can't fuck with me in this shit." he said walking away from the table.
He made his way through the loud common area. Men were yelling and joking playing table top games and watching T.V. One man was on the floor doing push-ups, while another man cooked jail house shrimp fried rice in a bucket using the microwave.
Once at the back door where the counselors office was, Ms. Tiffany Goodnight was standing at the door waiting on him. Dressed in tight black dress pants and a white open blouse that showed her gold heart shape pendant resting between her round honey complected cleavage, she was the best thing going on the prison compound full of men.
"Come on in, please." she said, batting her eyes- blushing.
Mark had been in jail seven long years. Like a horny teenager, just the thought of a woman touching him turned him on. Whenever he watched the evening news, BET videos or any one of the P.G.13 movies the institution showed, his eyes would always be on the prowl for a phat ass or a beautiful face of a woman he could lust off.Being in the presence of Ms. Goodnight wasn't any help to the sex deprived man. Everything about her turned him on; the way her lips moved when she said his name, her long straight hair resting over her shoulder, and her small delicate face, with her gorgeous brown eyes that looked like they were looking straight through him whenever she looked at him, did something to him.
She let him in the door, and locked it. With his eyes glued to her round thighs, he followed her into her shoe box size office and sat down at the chair in front of her desk.
"Mr. Anthony" she said, smiling a perfect white smile. His dick began to harden from the way she said his name. " I called you in today because we have your half-way house papers ready." she said holding a manilla folder in her hands. "Nine times out of ten you'll be back so I'ma have to keep your files on hand here in the office for three years. I'm moving to another job with the U.S. Marshalls, so when you violate and come back somebody else will be your counselor." she explained, looking him straight in the eyes.
"What?!" he said in disbelief. " I don't believe this smart ass bitch gonna say some shit like this - do she know who I am? " he thought to himself. Ms. Goodnight got up from her cluttered desk and walked around to him. She stood in front of him and placed her small hands on his wavy head. his nose was now closer to her stomach, the smell of her warm body enticed him.
"Don't think I haven't been watching you." she smiled." I've been seeing you strutting from the shower all oiled up with baby oil all over your chest and arms." she said rubbing over his hard body.His dick was throbbing. Mark looked down, hoping he wasn't tearing out his khakis. " This might be my last opportunity to get with you, being as though you're probably coming back and I won't be here - I want you to fuck me, Mark- please."she said." What are you crazy?" he asked her trembling. His heart was pounding and his temperature started to rise. " Yes, crazy for you." she said." Now, fuck me."
Mark leaned back and looked out the pane glass door to see if the coast was clear. It was. He leaned back forward and ran his large hands up her blouse, then squeezed her firm warm breast. "Oh, yes!" she moaned with her head back letting her hair hang. "Fuck me now, Mark." she cried.
Mark stood up and unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the ground and his swollen manhood burst out between the slit in his boxers. Ms. Goodnight swiped across her desk with her hand. Pens, folders, staples, papers, and even her laptop crashed on the floor. She quickly squirmed out of her pants and thong and jumped on top of her desk.On her knees, her round ass and pink pussy charmed him. He walked up from behind her holding his throbbing dick by its base , and slid it into her hot, wet pussy.
"That's right- fuck me, baby" she moaned , as he tried to force all of himself inside her.
In a steady motion , he forced his vein popping dick in and out of her. She cried from the pleasure she was receiving between her legs. "Oh,Oh Mark!" she cried.Mark opened his hand and smacked her on her ass. "That's right bitch - take this dick." he said, releasing all his built up frustration from being in jail on her. With each violent thrust all he could think of was how the counselors would bullshit around anytime he needed something. he thought of all the times he needed to call his lawyer and they said no, the times he cried and pleaded to get the year off for the drug program, no. How they didn't replace the broken microwave, and told him there was no way in hell he was going to the camp. "And now this bitch gonna say I'm coming back." he thought and thrust even harder. He stood behind Ms. Goodnight, fucking her brains out. Little did he know she was a pro. She pushed it back on him, taking every angry stroke. "I'm coming " she screamed "I'm coming - don't stop." she said, as her pussy twitched and snatched on his dick.
The alarm screamed. Mark jumped up sweating, looked out the barred window and saw the white police truck circling the compounds perimeter. "Damn!" he said to himself. He couldn't believe it. Once again he was cheated out of a nut.
by Troy Adams
Bio:
Name: Troy Adams
D.O.B: 1974
Crime: Conspiracy to Distribute Cocaine
Time: 151 months
D.O.Release: 2011
When I'm not writing, I enjoy excersizing, reading, and talking with friends.
I love spending time with my family and I am passionately waiting to be a part of my only sons' life
when I return to society. Prior to me coming to prison, I liked to attend major boxing events,
horse back riding and going to plays and shows. I am fun loving, very energetic and caring.
"Domino!" Mark yelled slamming down the domino on the table. "Let me get that money up off you." he said collecting the left over dominos the other three players had in their hand." 10...20...35... gimme 55." he said, counting the points on the black and white pieces to add to his score.
Just as he threw the pieces into the center of the table, Ms. Goodnight's voice came over the loud speaker, " Attention D-1 inmates, Mark Anthony, please report to your counselors office." "What the fuck this bitch want? She better have my half-way house papers ready. I'm tired of fucking with these people." he said, slamming the chair as he got up from the table. "I'll see ya'll later on. I gotta go see Ms. Goodnight - get your weight up. Ya'll niggas can't fuck with me in this shit." he said walking away from the table.
He made his way through the loud common area. Men were yelling and joking playing table top games and watching T.V. One man was on the floor doing push-ups, while another man cooked jail house shrimp fried rice in a bucket using the microwave.
Once at the back door where the counselors office was, Ms. Tiffany Goodnight was standing at the door waiting on him. Dressed in tight black dress pants and a white open blouse that showed her gold heart shape pendant resting between her round honey complected cleavage, she was the best thing going on the prison compound full of men.
"Come on in, please." she said, batting her eyes- blushing.
Mark had been in jail seven long years. Like a horny teenager, just the thought of a woman touching him turned him on. Whenever he watched the evening news, BET videos or any one of the P.G.13 movies the institution showed, his eyes would always be on the prowl for a phat ass or a beautiful face of a woman he could lust off.Being in the presence of Ms. Goodnight wasn't any help to the sex deprived man. Everything about her turned him on; the way her lips moved when she said his name, her long straight hair resting over her shoulder, and her small delicate face, with her gorgeous brown eyes that looked like they were looking straight through him whenever she looked at him, did something to him.
She let him in the door, and locked it. With his eyes glued to her round thighs, he followed her into her shoe box size office and sat down at the chair in front of her desk.
"Mr. Anthony" she said, smiling a perfect white smile. His dick began to harden from the way she said his name. " I called you in today because we have your half-way house papers ready." she said holding a manilla folder in her hands. "Nine times out of ten you'll be back so I'ma have to keep your files on hand here in the office for three years. I'm moving to another job with the U.S. Marshalls, so when you violate and come back somebody else will be your counselor." she explained, looking him straight in the eyes.
"What?!" he said in disbelief. " I don't believe this smart ass bitch gonna say some shit like this - do she know who I am? " he thought to himself. Ms. Goodnight got up from her cluttered desk and walked around to him. She stood in front of him and placed her small hands on his wavy head. his nose was now closer to her stomach, the smell of her warm body enticed him.
"Don't think I haven't been watching you." she smiled." I've been seeing you strutting from the shower all oiled up with baby oil all over your chest and arms." she said rubbing over his hard body.His dick was throbbing. Mark looked down, hoping he wasn't tearing out his khakis. " This might be my last opportunity to get with you, being as though you're probably coming back and I won't be here - I want you to fuck me, Mark- please."she said." What are you crazy?" he asked her trembling. His heart was pounding and his temperature started to rise. " Yes, crazy for you." she said." Now, fuck me."
Mark leaned back and looked out the pane glass door to see if the coast was clear. It was. He leaned back forward and ran his large hands up her blouse, then squeezed her firm warm breast. "Oh, yes!" she moaned with her head back letting her hair hang. "Fuck me now, Mark." she cried.
Mark stood up and unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the ground and his swollen manhood burst out between the slit in his boxers. Ms. Goodnight swiped across her desk with her hand. Pens, folders, staples, papers, and even her laptop crashed on the floor. She quickly squirmed out of her pants and thong and jumped on top of her desk.On her knees, her round ass and pink pussy charmed him. He walked up from behind her holding his throbbing dick by its base , and slid it into her hot, wet pussy.
"That's right- fuck me, baby" she moaned , as he tried to force all of himself inside her.
In a steady motion , he forced his vein popping dick in and out of her. She cried from the pleasure she was receiving between her legs. "Oh,Oh Mark!" she cried.Mark opened his hand and smacked her on her ass. "That's right bitch - take this dick." he said, releasing all his built up frustration from being in jail on her. With each violent thrust all he could think of was how the counselors would bullshit around anytime he needed something. he thought of all the times he needed to call his lawyer and they said no, the times he cried and pleaded to get the year off for the drug program, no. How they didn't replace the broken microwave, and told him there was no way in hell he was going to the camp. "And now this bitch gonna say I'm coming back." he thought and thrust even harder. He stood behind Ms. Goodnight, fucking her brains out. Little did he know she was a pro. She pushed it back on him, taking every angry stroke. "I'm coming " she screamed "I'm coming - don't stop." she said, as her pussy twitched and snatched on his dick.
The alarm screamed. Mark jumped up sweating, looked out the barred window and saw the white police truck circling the compounds perimeter. "Damn!" he said to himself. He couldn't believe it. Once again he was cheated out of a nut.
by Troy Adams
Bio:
Name: Troy Adams
D.O.B: 1974
Crime: Conspiracy to Distribute Cocaine
Time: 151 months
D.O.Release: 2011
When I'm not writing, I enjoy excersizing, reading, and talking with friends.
I love spending time with my family and I am passionately waiting to be a part of my only sons' life
when I return to society. Prior to me coming to prison, I liked to attend major boxing events,
horse back riding and going to plays and shows. I am fun loving, very energetic and caring.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Problems by Romaine Gordon
-Problems-
One, Two, Three Thousand problems
Your problems is waking up - thinking who gonna walk the dog and cut the yard
My problems is going to rec - thinking one of these cats or dawgs gonna get they face cut in the yard
While you writing checks out to pay the bills
I'm sitting in the law library typing congress to pass this bill
You watching OZ thinking this show is real
I live in OZ thinking only if you knew how phony these actors was for real
You got married and all the guests agree that reception was loving
I seen marriages in here and walked off thinking this shit is disgusting
Your defender is Land Rover
My defender is public - that's a Jeep and I bet it do a better job representing me in a court of justice
To relieve your stress - you come home to a nice queen
To relieve my stress - I go back to the block get a fifi - baby oil and a couple magazines
rushing to work in traffic - you tell your boss - it's a miracle that you made it
While at the same time I'm telling niggaz it's a miracle if I get this funking sentence vacated
Romaine Gordon
Bio:
Name: Romaine Gordon
D.O.B: October, 25th 1978
Incarcerated for: Cocaine Conspiracy
Release Date: November 2008
Sentenced to: 10 years
From South Jamaica Queens, former product of my environment, this is my first time and (hopefully) last time incarcerated.
I hope maybe I can say some things to inspire the people who don't know what we go through or been through on a day to day basis.
Hopefully, some of the younger ones can take my story and learn from it. I have no kids and I been locked up almost all of my 20's. I would love to be able to come home and make a smooth transition into society. This is no place for anyone and I wouldn't wish this on even the people that gave me the time. One of the worst pain is emotional- so you can just imagine the feeling of not wanting to wake up tomorrow or take you next breath. I thank the Lord for relieving me of thoughts like this and guiding me to the light at the end of the tunnel.
So if I could stop just one more person from making my mistakes I feel I am on the right track but you know one is too little and a thousand is never enough.
Stay Up!!!!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
When reality sets in George Timbers
-When Reality Sets In-
All my life I've been searching for things I already had freedom, happiness, and love. But somewhere along the way I lost focus of what meant the most to me and settled for something less.
For several years I wasted my time trying to achieve an imaginary dream selling drugs, living to do the streets dirty work. I got so caught up in what was going on around me that I lost focus of what I wanted.
All I wanted was to be loved, to be happy at what I was doing, to mean something to somebody. What I didn't realize, I already had everything. Right now I'm in a drug treatment program but the main subject we talk about is our behaviors. The behaviors that lead us to make irrational decisions, thinking for the wrong reasons and knowing what we do affects people around us.
One question I ask myself often is 'How can you hurt what you love?' I forced what I love to wait on me because of bad choices that I made. Now we are about to be united there are people in our lives for a reason. There is someone for everyone, some people search all their lives to find happiness only to compromise for something less. Then they become irritated after a period of time.
Due to the choices I've made in the past forced me to evaluate my life and to recognize where my life was heading. It gave me a chance to realize the things I wanted, God had already given me. We have been awarded so many miracles that we begin to take life for granted and think miracles have to be special gifts. But isn't it a gift to find that special person to love, to share your dreams with, that person that makes you feel complete? This person becomes the air you breathe, the food you drink, the energy that gives you life to go on. now that I've found my miracle, I have to prove that I understand that God gave me many tests and I learned a lot but I also failed a lot but through thick and thin Kelly stayed by me. no matter the extent of bullshit I put her through she stayed in my corner. Everytime the bell rung she was prepared to go another round with me now it's time to throw in the towel in for the streets to become the man she dreamt I could be. No longer will it be a dream, my gift to you is love.
You'll never have to wait again, you are the reason that's made me change. I didn't know what love was until i found you.
George Timbers
All my life I've been searching for things I already had freedom, happiness, and love. But somewhere along the way I lost focus of what meant the most to me and settled for something less.
For several years I wasted my time trying to achieve an imaginary dream selling drugs, living to do the streets dirty work. I got so caught up in what was going on around me that I lost focus of what I wanted.
All I wanted was to be loved, to be happy at what I was doing, to mean something to somebody. What I didn't realize, I already had everything. Right now I'm in a drug treatment program but the main subject we talk about is our behaviors. The behaviors that lead us to make irrational decisions, thinking for the wrong reasons and knowing what we do affects people around us.
One question I ask myself often is 'How can you hurt what you love?' I forced what I love to wait on me because of bad choices that I made. Now we are about to be united there are people in our lives for a reason. There is someone for everyone, some people search all their lives to find happiness only to compromise for something less. Then they become irritated after a period of time.
Due to the choices I've made in the past forced me to evaluate my life and to recognize where my life was heading. It gave me a chance to realize the things I wanted, God had already given me. We have been awarded so many miracles that we begin to take life for granted and think miracles have to be special gifts. But isn't it a gift to find that special person to love, to share your dreams with, that person that makes you feel complete? This person becomes the air you breathe, the food you drink, the energy that gives you life to go on. now that I've found my miracle, I have to prove that I understand that God gave me many tests and I learned a lot but I also failed a lot but through thick and thin Kelly stayed by me. no matter the extent of bullshit I put her through she stayed in my corner. Everytime the bell rung she was prepared to go another round with me now it's time to throw in the towel in for the streets to become the man she dreamt I could be. No longer will it be a dream, my gift to you is love.
You'll never have to wait again, you are the reason that's made me change. I didn't know what love was until i found you.
George Timbers
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