My Dearest Friend,
He walks by me and I tense up a little.. it's less and less..
The cost of being together for so long I guess..
But still, I can't help but hope for just a second will he touch me?
Acknowledge me?
Smile or better yet look at me?..
But no.. not today.. not at this moment.. maybe later.
And hey there's always tomorrow..
From The Tales of brown and better..
Yours Truly,
Me
About the Creator
Licia
Writing Is A Passion Of Mine... I Would Love For You All To Join Me On This Journey...
What My Therapist Doesn't Know
It's a freezing day in December, almost Christmas. My breath puffs out like clouds of cigarette smoke in the clear night air of the motel parking lot. At the moment, I wish it was cigarette smoke because I can't remember being this nervous in a very long time. Maybe the Christmas Eve service twenty years ago, when a pushy grandmother shoved her mini-skirted teen granddaughter up to the piano in our little Baptist Church and plopped an unfamiliar piece of music before me, stating, "Missy is going to sing. Play this."
By Tina D'Angelo7 days ago in Confessions
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