John Geddes
...you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on...
— John Geddes
...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words...
— John Geddes
You know the way of the wind in the night—the desolate alleys my soul takes
— John Geddes
...you listen first with the ears - then, you wait and listen for what your heart feels - then you consider what they've said - then, you reply ...
— John Geddes
...you mean you don't fit characters into a plot? Excatly...
— John Geddes
...you must never partly love or stop half way - because then, you become superficial and cannot be deeply hurt or loved...
— John Geddes
...you need to travel to see the ocean - I don't need the ocean - I have the sky...
— John Geddes
...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...
— John Geddes
Your moods and colors are my climate, not the changing face of the sky
— John Geddes
Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin
— John Geddes
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