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Thursday, November 16, 2006

Lost and found

This verse was written by an old friend, I don’t have his nod to put this up on my blog but I’m sure he won’t mind. I couldn’t help it – it’s just so beautiful . . .

Tuesday, June 6, 2000 12:06 AM
You are bright as a light, full of fun

SunShine, you have fled even 'ere it began
You have flown, you have wings, I know you wish to fly
Please don't go, oh please don't say goodbye

SunShine, my Sunshine
though I know you must be free
don't go tonight
stay a while with me

In your mind there is someone far away
and you'll miss all the fun if u stay
you believe that love is elsewhere to be found
but you're wrong, it's here look around

Look around, look around and you'll see
a better fun and by faith you won't flee
and if you fly away, you'll break my heart in two
please don't go, I'm in love with you so!!!!!

Striking a different note, I’ve been pondering if it’s a good idea to rekindle an old flame or get back together with an ex. I know it’s tempting to hold on to past memories and seems much easier than getting back on the dating scene. Your ex already knows what makes you happy/angry/sad, what your favorite games are, how you like your eggs – there is this familiarity that makes you feel secure. . . . But, it broke for a reason! And old discontents will resurface eventually if they haven’t been dealt with and you will be just signing up for more pain. It may be easier to move on and find happiness elsewhere. One other thought, after a serious breakup, one should take some time out to do some soul-searching and get on track. Some post-breakup healing to make sure the feelings from the past do not impact the way you relate to the present. Don’t make someone your rebound!

My love to all those who have loved!

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

A momentary lapse of reason

The tone of his kiss echoes in my memory
Those big hazel eyes put me in a trance
I’m guilty for not suspecting the aftermath
Just wanted to savor the romance
A momentary lapse of reason
Will he still love my residuum?
The words that I withdrew too late
Will it be tempered in time?
Was it the love I saw in his eyes?
Was it the White Zinfandel?
If I had to live my life again
I know I would still do it all the same!


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