It is alright, you can come on in. Sit down here beside me and listen to the whisper, free as a butterfly battling the wind. We'll dip down into the hollow share the moments of the day, take off to the mountains with each season that comes into play. I'll share a few of the secrets from winter till the first of spring and collect a few more to share on rainy days when there is nothing else to do but dream.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Reading Between The Lines
I only wanted to see the beauty and feel the warmth of your love and so like shutters on the window, I only saw half of the picture.
Friday, July 2, 2010
willpower
I spend each day thinking about not thinking about you. It is in truth that peace is found and in peace that my soul is released to soar free above the darkness that now prevails. In making sense of that which does not my heart weeps and the ache is irreversible.
If you knew the affect upon my being,
would it change the way you avoided speaking the truth.?
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Surfacing above denial is the ultimate in truth.
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Is it a fault to not understand or just plain stupidity?
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Was it I saw or didn't see?
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I guess there is more in life to worry about but
nothing scars more heavily upon the heart than love lost.
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I Surrender
I can't battle the feelings I am torn up
from inside, something happened
that I can't deny.
From the moment you said hello, till
the you said goodbye, my heart has
been troubled like broken
stars falling down from the sky.
I surrender, I gave to you my heart
and what you chose to do with it
was blow out the spark.
It didn't happen, the flame is still
inside and when I look back a
fond memory resides .
Fireworks
I declare it must be an obsession, this love I have for you, for there is no barrier large enough to block what I feel for you. In your absence my hearts knows the void and feels the ache and my mind races like a cheetah wild and on the run. I say " heart, what is your are doing? " and to that my hearts response and" it wasn't actually something said or something people do the connection that lit fireworks is when my soul merged to one with you." Than why does it hurt so and why doesn't it mends it way? The heart spoke to the soul and soul chose to reply" rare is the heart that ask for nothing in return, but simply cared for and so warmly loved" The tears now heavy I can hardly hold them back, for I know that I felt the energy and through my heart is pierced, like a dagger I felt it going in and still I have not felt it pulling back.
Fireworks only happens when you ignite the wick and
find yourself amazed at the dazzling explosion on display.
It hurts because I know the truth...
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