Cigarettes and liquor take the place of you and the space that you used to fill in my life
What seemed to be real billowed up and away as if it were never there
Leaving behind the stagnant stench of what once was
ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Each day rolls into the next seamlessly
I have stopped counting the days yet each one finds me opening my eyes -- alone
I am not needing you but I am wanting you
I am not craving you but I am missing you
I wasn't what you expected...that can be accepted but it hurt me just the same
No one is to blame
It wasn't meant to be so I continue to be me and hope someone can see that my love and beauty are free
All I ask is to be treated fairly
God bless, Blackberry!
Sandie.
I've been there too
you simply amaze me
Love is kind , not hurtful
Peter
Felix