If peradventure I sauntered a field with cenotes of love. I'll move around kitted with my foldable ladder, a long rope and carabiners. One thing I'll leave home, my heart intact. Probably I fall in love, I wouldn't forslow to climb out. My foldable ladder extended, I'm out. I've got no feelings to plunge. At least sanity remains. Most times sorry seems to lag around. Especially when there's a counterpart in the love hole. One rough play, hearts fall. And it wouldn't be mine broken cos it's definitely home with Papa.
Just Writings of Bored Me