I must write what I feel deep down indside of my deep rooted, emotion feeling, ever expanding, quiet determination heart.....
I am a person of deep thougbt. I am a person of feeling deep down to the core of my very being. I am a person of complex thought. I have the things I need. but guilt from having it. I am wore down and tired, no exhausted from the fight. where's my saviour! My prince?! My Everlasting Gobstopper?!
Someday your prince will come. to sweep you off your feet, to take you away in love filled arms, to that far off enchanting place, of flowing love and harmony. Where he would just course through your veins, harsh and smooth...
Momma, teach me to love.
Momma, show me love.
Momma, be my hero.
Momma, ease my pain.
Sorrow Like Rain, Like rain sorrow.
Love I was not taught, Love i was not shown.
No hero have I. Pain does not cease.
Rain Like Sorrow, Sorrow Rain Like.
She was standing by door...waiting, just waiting, until she saw him again. Stand as long as it took. She had to see his face. just once more...once more..Please, Just once more, before I go.
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