It's been on my mind yet...
Why do I find it so hard to say it?
To relay it in a way that frees me unabated
Leaves me satiated, fulfilled and empty
You'll build and tempt me with rose kisses gently
Evidently my misses, I suppose I bent to your wishes plenty
But still not meant, see, in tongue tied rented lives
You own my heart, though worlds apart, silently, no suprise
Three little words unheard quietly hidden behind my eyes.


"You can’t live here with a holy book that is above or beyond our democracy. Your holy book will be the object of criticism" "It will be the object of interpretation, and sometimes of ridicule. And if you can't accept that, you can't live here."