Monthly Archives: January 2011
Your face is warm from the sun, The ocean breeze is blowing across your skin, You’re breathing it in…that delicious salt air. Your heartbeat is keeping time with the flow of the waves, In sync with the sea, the way … Continue reading
“Common clay must go through the heat and fire of the furnace to become porcelain. But once porcelain , it can never become clay again.” Anonymous
I would ask you, “Whatcha doin’?”, and your answer was almost always, “Loving you…”? These are the little things that sneak up on me when I least expect it and punch me in the stomach.
I said I wouldn’t call. I haven’t. I said I would wait for you. I have. I said I would never interfere. I won’t. But…