H – Honesty Image | Posted on September 17, 2016 by Audrey Dawn - Oldest Daughter Redheaded Sister She was The sound Of his exhale, While she prayed To be the breath He desired. AdvertisementOnly If You Feel So Inclined:TwitterFacebookTumblrEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
Maybe being “the sound of his exhale” was better. I mean, maybe you took his breath away, or maybe he was sighing with total satisfaction. LikeLike Reply
Maybe, he was sailing away as fast as he could, you know. It’s possible I’m not worth all the hype. Smiles Thanks for showing me your side. Loved it. LikeLiked by 1 person
(I’m not sure, but I think “he” might like being called an it!) Totally worth it. 🤓 LikeLiked by 1 person
She was
She was
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
A poem to carry by one’s heart.
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Sounds like a good plan to me. ♡
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I agree inhale would be better. Good job.
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Something about leaving one without breath or caught with breath. Thanks, John
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Yes.
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Maybe being “the sound of his exhale” was better. I mean, maybe you took his breath away, or maybe he was sighing with total satisfaction.
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Maybe, he was sailing away as fast as he could, you know. It’s possible I’m not worth all the hype. Smiles
Thanks for showing me your side. Loved it.
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Repeat after me — I’m definitely worth it (whatever “it” might be!!)
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(I’m not sure, but I think “he” might like being called an it!) Totally worth it. 🤓
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perhaps there’s an honest
fragrance of the heart 🙂
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Your wisdom will tell us yes or no, I believe. Hugs! Thank you for commenting.
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