tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274324513039073553.post8288108472130040787..comments2023-10-03T03:18:25.429-07:00Comments on Words in a Whirlwind: Paper HeartDragonRaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04575972727590566713noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274324513039073553.post-59258459212389217302007-12-10T01:16:00.000-08:002007-12-10T01:16:00.000-08:00Heart on your sleeve, I love it. I love the work, ...Heart on your sleeve, I love it. I love the work, not the pain behind it obviously.<BR/>Your heart will never run out of space, no matter the ache packed inside. Take it from one who knows.<BR/><BR/>Your heart will always contain the space for hope as well.<BR/>VyoletVyolethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10855530529093421313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274324513039073553.post-69590277882795220002007-12-10T00:25:00.000-08:002007-12-10T00:25:00.000-08:00This poem rocks! Paper reference.... Brilliant. "I...This poem rocks! Paper reference.... Brilliant. <BR/><BR/>"Is is stapled to my sleeve" Is my favorite line. <BR/><BR/>Although not to make light on you excellent work, what do you think about "Is it stapled to my chest" since your heart is near your chest. But, I have a tendency to over-think sometimes.Commissionerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04510129207635164281noreply@blogger.com