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| Tonite the sun is slowly sinking below the skyline and the stars and moon will begin to bravely fight against the fading daylite. When they are the only beacons of light glittering in an ebony sky, I know I will go back to you... I will always go back to you when you call. Yes there are times when I wish I had the strength to say no ... there are times when I wish I had the strength to turn my back on you and walk away. But I will always go back to you when you call.... My willpower dissolves in the flicker of candlelite and my protests pale under the strains of a slow groove ... I forget my resolve and surrender to the siren song of your body, strong against mine. When nite falls, I give myself up to you. I will always go back to you when you call. September 2000 |
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| May 11, 2001 |
A late spring, early evening and though the sun has dipped beneath the city's rooftops, dusk is still hours away. Here I sit in the peace of my garden - a small oasis in the midst of concrete and metal. Herbs thrive, flowers bloom and the babble of water disguises the hubbub below. In my garden I can feel the grass rushes beneath my bare feet. In my garden I can smell the wet earth and the greenness of nature. In my garden I can have dirt beneath my fingernails and dirt smudged across my cheek. |
When watching a sad movie with no one there to laugh at my tears, that's when I'm lonely. When I have to run a cold cloth over my own fevered brow, that's when I'm lonely. When there is only one mug of tea to make on a blustery day, that's when I'm lonely. When my lover goes home to the woman he loves, that's when I'm lonely. July 1999 |
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| My phone rings at two in the morning That certain ring from certain numbers I look at the display and let it go to voicemail When I listen to the message my heart leaps and I am instantly awake for I was not expecting to hear your voice. The message is innocuous and the words commonplace But I love the way you say them and I love the fact that I was on your mind at two in the morning. |
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| "Love is like a fire - You never know if it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house - You just can never tell." Joan Crawford ----------------------------------------- "If you have made mistakes... There is always another chance for you you may have a fresh start any moment you choose For this thing we call "failure" is not the falling down But the staying down." Mary Pickford |