I’m reading all your letters,
Thinking I might find a clue,
Of where it all went wrong,
And I can’t help but think that you,
Were pretending all along,
Your bronze skin glows,
I miss the touch,
And I can hardly stand it
I’m missing you so very much,
But I’ll never admit it.
Wow~ this is a great poem.
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You’re too kind Tela t/y
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Love sick is the most painful! The whys? After too many cases I have come to see it is the storm before the calm, the course adjustment that was needed! Every time I came through it to a better place with better understanding of self. If I could teach my younger self anything it would be to take at least half the energy i put into relationships loving and caring for others and directed that energy to myself, having a loving and caring relationship with self! : )
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Totally agree
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HL=huge like… :)
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speakin’ of invisible touch: :)
http://myvirtualplayground.wordpress.com/2013/10/11/missing-egypt-nefertiti-she-seems-to-have-an-invisible-touch/
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Great post Melanie
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