Bran-done Wyll-iamz


Before Jayme my heart was chilled, filled with holes drilled so all love I had inside outwardly spilled. Then we met and she picked up the pieces to rebuild, I feel emotion is refilled sealed for her in my soul is a vibrant love like its steel being instilled. Word craft weild by my pen is unskilled, however revealed is more power each passing day and fleeting hour my talent kneels in silence praying for a shield, because I'm afraid for our Love's wound being healed by my addiction for what's unwritten by my hand undistilled. My Love for Jayme's secure my fate's greatness lies unfulfilled.


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