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| I am surprised by this neediness Is it only your indifference that spurs this longing? How did you become the one man against whom I compare all others and why is it they always seem to fall short? I have so much to offer.. my words and thoughts, the music of my soul, compassion, tenderness, a sensual touch And I know, without a trace of uncertainty, that the man who would accept all that I have to give, who would treasure the gifts of my heart, is there, somewhere, waiting, even as I wait But how will I see him if my eyes are hazy with visions of you So I begin my first steps away and try to not pause for a last glimpse of you over my shoulder Up ahead, in the far distance, I see the cold rains of loneliness have ceased and the heavy clouds of insecurity are clearing Maybe you've already moved on, I believe so, but I also believe, at long last, that I have begun to as well. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
| What are we, you and I are we friends, are we lovers, are we just strangers who sometimes share a bed Am I someone who crosses your mind at unexpected moments or am I just another woman in another city who occupies but a few hours of your time You and I have never made promises never had any thoughts for tomorrow and I've been content enough relishing the once in a while, the bits and pieces But now I feel a yearning I want more, I want something different I want the morning as well as the night I want tomorrows. |
| I do not define myself by what I do. Does my job define my being? No, it does not. I do not define myself by what others see. Does another's limited vision define my spirit? No, it does not. I do not define myself by my mistakes for what are they but stumbles on the stepping stones to wisdom. |
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