the past holds only the power we wishes it to play
Like all things the pages of a book have a beginning and an end, an all love stories have given you a breath, some more then others, and that is why love has it’s boundaries, as closer comes full circle, your heart will defeat you as the mind gives you a bigger picture you choose not to visible see, an when night falls your given a dream that bring you face to face with the pages that flip through your life so swiftly and again closer as skipped pass by you, as your eyes again pretend not to see,
So chances are taken an a knew love is risked as the door you sought to seek close in your face, and the risk you thought was not there held danger writing closer as your pen glides swiftly in your hand, as a game was played chances taken, while the twenty third chapter in your life dries before you,
Footsteps of past events plaque you, as your haunting of danger knocks at your door, and the ghost of your past follows you as you so wish it to do so, as laughter in horror rings in your ear, whispering what you choose to hear, as your bed is warm with a love you forsaken, as she pushes herself away from the pain of months events, of the wall of trust reflects itself in her eyes as she searches to see what was there is not there anymore,
His love and trust is given to something he know longer believes in but years seek him throughout his past as the future will not wait for him to make a decision that confuses his mind while he tries to rewrite what is not there, nightmares causing him to depict lies, as the lies rolls from a mouth like the blood of a red rose, that drips his tears, and hurts cursing him again, as the door shuts itself in front of him and miles away is what was taken for granted an wanted again of a knew love that held him,
While closer begs to be, a broken soul, wonders alone at the wishes of his heart and mind.
While he traces the footsteps of a beast that shadows him, as mirrors image cascade itself against waters reflection he sees his face in horror, and the roll of events spell out the name of the monkey on his back, and the blood that flows through him is replaced by liqueurs thrust that quenches his crying soul
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage as she is…whether they wa
