| Tickling Butterflies Free to fly, free to explore, no more hiding, new open doors. I'll sing with beauty, songs to heal. Those who've been wounded, will once again feel, peaceful inside, open those eyes. See the color in every shade, know that never again will it fade. Bright and lovely, warm on the inside. Will you show only me those tickling butterflies? Copyright �2002 Rhiannon S. Davies |
| Fled When love has fled, it leaves one confused. What comes next, do I break the news? I thought it was love, but it has simply fizzled. Now, i am faced with hurting he who still loves me. I do care very much, but the passion and longing no longer exist. They say, the longer you wait, the more it will hurt. Right now, the hurt i feel, knowing the pain i will inflict, is so very deep. This leaves me with a hollow aching feeling inside. How can i do this, I just want to hide. Copyright �2002 Rhiannon S. Davies |
| Here When hearts ache When loves break While tears spill While smiles frown Where I'll be, is Where you are In a moment In a flash To heal the heart To mend the love I'll dry those tears I'll fix that frown Here I am Here you are. : ) Copyright �2002 Rhiannon S. Davies |
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| Set You Free Come dear, now with me, I will help to set you free. Our minds will soar our bodies may tremble. Two hearts will collide and united we will be. Explosive emotions will everlastingly erupt within our since dormant souls. A fractured complex will smoothe and mold into complete stability. We will thrust and push and scream until all traces of hate have vaporized, and left our bodies warm and peaceful. Copyright �2002 Rhiannon S. Davies |
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