I absolutely refuse to let you go Sweet Baby Belly fat! I absolutely refuse to let, YOU, “Sweet Baby Belly fat,” go! You are my sacred container. You are all I'd be one day. A great speaker, a great leader, an inspiring writer. You comfort me with day dreams. So, I refuse, I say, “I absolutely (no way in hell) refuse to let you go -Sweet Baby Belly fat!
Even when Aunt Jean scratched the edge of my teeth and pulled off plaque--"What buck teeth you have," She muddered. "Go to the dentist!' Even when I felt so ugly my freckles jumped on to you my Sweet Baby Belly fat. I refused to let you go, then, and I refuse right here, right now.
You are the love, the information, the soul of me. You are the birth of every creation I make. It is you who comforts me and holds me dear. You who hurts with me and a giant chocolate chip cookie. So, I refuse to let you go dear one. The most sacred, most tender part of me. You who’s never seen the sun of day, you who’s loyalty has never led me astray.
So I will never let you go! I will never release you, not ever.
If I did, well maybe if I did, dear Sweet Baby Belly fat, you’d express yourself to others. You’d need no longer keep me tucked away to honor you in secret. You’d jump off the rooftops and shout out with joy and everyone would want to be in your presence.
I refuse to let you go dear Sweet Baby Belly fat. I will never let anyone see me but you. And, I will never see anyone else but through your eyes.
You are my life line, my tire, my strength, my courage, my fear, my absolutely brilliant ideas. You are the song in my heart. The tears in my eyes. My morning poem. A soft good-night kiss.
Speak freely Sweet Baby Belly fat. Dear one. Even though I absolutely refuse to let you go. Even now.
Calming twilight, summer’s breeze while I wait for you to leave, I will never ever let you go ‘cause you still give me so much pleasure. I will not.
So stay with me tonight my Sweet Baby Belly fat. Stay with me through their criticisms and mistrust. Stay with me through rejection, betrayal suffering and tired, and do not leave me.
Continue to percolate every single idea I have ever had until the day I come for all of them.
I am willing to tread gently into the precipitous archives. I am willing to move closer to so that I finally surrender to your glorious presence. So I embrace your memory and your loyalty. So I allow out, the treasures you have held for me for so long.
Wed, Nov 30 2011 3:13 PM