Black and White

This is a current project I am working on. I feel that I have this calling to people, that I am supposed to write words and others are supposed to feel from them. I have found that others take from what I have felt and written and feel things that are buried deep in their hearts and their souls...This is the goal…what I am supposed to do… it is for you all to feel something...anything.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

When Waiting

When waiting for the night to fade
I wait for the dreams to stop.
The ones that terrify and make me cry.
But then I think of you and the dreams change
Then I smell your scent on a shirt
And
I am not dreaming the dreams anymore.
When waiting for the night to fade
I think of you.
(Friday, May 31, 2002)

posted by The hot mess | 1:30 PM

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