Category Archives: Feel this
Claiming what’s not yours Recipe for disaster Or the opposite?
How many feelings Is it possible for us To have in one day?
Please don’t curse us for How we demonstrate our love. We were born this way.
It was not how or Even what was said. The look Was what gave me pause.
Please is just a word. It doesn’t mean anything At all, by itself.
In the absence of Clear direction it can help To just take charge.
light, dark but ever hard. Who knew there could be so many kinds of wood?
There is no judgement here, now. Stand and deliver. They come over time.
Let me assure you Apologies aren’t needed And this pleases me.
Red Wine fueled our long walk – where we could finally discuss forgiveness.