when love dies
the bloom is off the rose
the vines have withered
my love for you
is cut off at the root
love is born
and so it dies too
you still share my bed
I move away in the night
I'll always treasure
the children we made
they were meant to be
we did that together
We'll see our mission through
responsibilities met
when the nest lies empty
I'll fly away- Alone.
posted by maya @ 6:20 AM
4 comments
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4 Comments:
I thought it was exciting, to stand on the edge of 'anything could happen ' and look in and then jump.
Wonderful
Anita Marie
christina and anita marie
Thank you both! Your comments gave me a different insight to my own words. Shortly after I posted, I was feeling some trepidation. Dare I strip naked here? Yes.
Hey Maya
You probably DON"T want to be the only non-naked person here.
Have Fun,
Anita Marie
Some of us have been naked all along.
I've got a feeling
Something that I can't explain
Like dancing naked
In that High Hill Country rain
(Jerry Jeff Walker)
With my arms open to the wild wet sky,
COSTELLO
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