pieces of hollister von

how did i get here? from my body begging you to stop to my heart begging you to to please notice me again. did i sleep through the crossing of this bridge? yesterdays touching smile...to todays unanswered call last winters hot hot nights to the spring showers streaming down my face i dont recall... Sign in to see full entry.

Names....labels.... assumptions....assessments and i was sent to the couch! Two years...many tears.... two deaths later and i'm facing this couch! Twenty miles....one Dr. Pepper....a candy bar...fifteen minutes later and i break down on the couch! Not even the quaint floral print can change my mind... Sign in to see full entry.

in the back of the sanctuary of my memory sits a rack full of things that are dear to me 2 dried roses, a pocket full of posies ashes to ashes we all fall down little girls holding hands a friend who understands children racing through the playground in ernest i sit and think and think where it all... Sign in to see full entry.

your love creeps up on me twists me flips me upside down sometimes taking me from behind your passion blinds me to the truth that is so real your strength overtakes me underestimates me makes me weak your touch melts my resolve, tingles my spine steal my identity your eyes meet mine cataclysmic... Sign in to see full entry.

im a fish out of water im a bird without wings a woman without a voice to tell you these things about i how i feel inside about how you feel inside of me about what has been and about what only you can know will be im a book with no pages im a pen with no ink a raving lunatic for me to think that... Sign in to see full entry.

WHAT'S POWER CAUSING MY HEART AND PULSE TO QUICKEN... AT JUST THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE. WHAT IS DESPARATON ALLOWING MYSELF TO THINK THAT THAT MEANS ANYTING TO YOU. WHAT IS CHARISMA GIVING THE ROOM YOU WALK INTO A NEW EXISTENCE THAT I CAN'T IGNORE. WHAT IS NEIVITY BELIEVING YOU'VE GOT TO LOOK MY WAY... Sign in to see full entry.

YOU WERE MY SATURDAY NIGHT FALTER BUT NEVER MY SUNDAY MORNING REGRET..... SOMETIMES SEEPING INTO MONDAY IN MY IMAGINATION IF NOT LITERAL PENETRATION. YOU WERE MY PLACE TO GO BUT NEVER FELT LIKE I LEFT HOME... SOMETIMES LIVING RIGHT THERE IN YOUR EYES! READING YOUR THOUGHTS CATCHING YOUR BREATHS... Sign in to see full entry.