

UnconditionallyWhat's happening here? You're raising your voice You have me cowering in fear Tears leaving my eyes moist With the regret of today And guilt only anger can fuel All the things I didn't mean to say All the things I've done to hurt youUnconditionally
Just stop and hold me close This isn't you; this isn't us Let's go back to how it used to be To the you who didn't take things out on me To the me who didn't find excuses to be angry To the us who loved each other unconditionally
Why is this happening? Soon you'll have to go The clock is always ticking &n


Apology Not AcceptedIt's been six months And here you are Calling me up on the telephone Suddenly needing my voiceApology Not Accepted
You need me, you miss me No one else can ever replace me I'm the one, your forever And you can't seem to let me go
I'm not sorry That your world without me Has fallen apart And I don't care That my rejection of your love Has broken your heart
You broke me and left me Alone to pick up the pieces From where I'm standing You owe me the apology
It's been over a year And here you are Sending me these typed me


Happily Ever AfterYou always say that happy endings are just beginnings The start of a new chapter in a story that's far from over And why should our tale be any different? Sometimes our light takes refuge in the shadows of anger Words become twisted and snarled; cruel reminders Meant to hurt and dig at scars we thought long healed Yet when the storm has passed, it is your palm on my cheek Wiping my tears away with caresses and soft words And I cling to your warmth, nuzzling my face into your shirt An attempt to hide the ugly blotches on my skin and puffy eyes Then you whisper compliments of beauty anHappily Ever After


Once Upon a TimeWho knew the brush of fingertips could be translated Not into words; but into sensations not felt with the hands Sensations felt with the heart and soul as flutters and pauses Pauses that seem to last a lifetime but occur in a breath A whisper containing the weight of every moment like this one So seemingly concrete I can almost hold them in my palm And count them as a measure of how much our love is worth Priceless artifacts of our history not yet dusty in their youth Slipping through my fingers in their already overwhelming numbers Settling back into our memories still warm from my touchOnce Upon a Time
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