Nov 302011

And I don’t know how to stop.

I’m hurting, and I don’t know how to stop.

No one to talk to who would understand or not back-stab me.

Always so loyal I remain.

Bitch dog that I am.

Kick me, a bitch I remain.

But I can change.

People change.

No one likes change.

But I can change.

And learn to stop.

Apr 142011

In the Mirror

Like aromatherapy; starts in one location and disperses all over. Warm. Tickles almost. You can feel the butterflies. You lose your breath. Your pulse races. And that’s just at the thought of her arms around you. That’s a good feeling! Make no mistake: you can’t write about something you have not experienced. Especially something so deep inside that it rocks you to your core. If you don’t know that feeling, you don’t know the smile you can’t wipe from your face just thinking about it. A simple embrace-a hug- is a wave of emotions in your body. Just placing your hand in the small of her back is too much to handle. And nevermind if she even thinks about nuzzling her face into your neck. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up in a good way. It’s just all good.
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Mar 112011

Picture this: you have a son or a daughter and they are your miracle child; the doctors said you could not have children, but low and behold, here they are. They are perfect and no one will ever tell you otherwise. God gave you this gift and you will treasure it. You make sure this child is well-provided for, is safe, is loved, and is afforded all the things in life that they desire and can be given. Such is parenthood.
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