If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead

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You want to ask me if I’m ok, feel you should, so I know you care. But not tonight, don’t want to be reminded how broken I really am. So don’t speak his name, let me forget and try to pretend my life’s not going on without him. If I laugh a little too much, pour me more wine. If I try too hard,... Sign in to see full entry.

Offer her wine play a good waltz ask her to dance hold her close look in her eyes and for the moment… she’ll feel young again. Take her hand breathe her in let your heart race touch her skin ignore the world and for the moment… she’ll feel desired again. Lay her down kiss her wounds whisper her name... Sign in to see full entry.

I borrowed you for a bit fell in love without knowing it thought you were heaven sent, when you were just hell bent to taunt and torment. Now you are my regret someone I’d rather forget I want to blame you for it but no matter your cruel intent I knew you were never meant to be something permanent. Sign in to see full entry.

I didn’t wake this morning for you, nor did I pray for you in my dreams. Sadly, I know now your worth is not what I thought it was; and you’re not who I thought you were. So I let you go while I slept, knowing when I did wake I would whisper your name no more. My final prayer I said the night... Sign in to see full entry.

Silly little girl in a white dress, making promises she intends to keep, but at what expense? Innocent blessings with strings attached dance on her heart, eyes perfectly matched to the one she can’t forget. Eighteen years, she closes her eyes, waits in the night for a touch she doesn’t recognize.... Sign in to see full entry.

You’ll know one day, I know, cause I just do, but I cannot wait for you, I’ve got some living to do while I go on loving you. You’ll know one day, I know, cause I just do, that you loved me and I loved you, but I know you’ll never know what to do to fight for me and you. Sign in to see full entry.

A funny thing happened to me on my way to being free. I blinked, stumbled and fell right at the foot of hell. The hand that grabbed for mine was gentle, calm and kind. Enchanted, I followed the shadows of promise and innuendos. Only to find myself circling the endless hallways of never, then and... Sign in to see full entry.

The Truth is (to my boys) I shut out the noise of night, and clattered echoes from the day, to speak to God about you. I want to beg Him to spare you from heartache and sorrow, that you never feel loss nor yearning. I sit at the edge of your bed, watching you sleep, football comforter, baseball... Sign in to see full entry.

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