It doesn’t get much easier
Sitting here
Trying to have fun
While inside I’m dying
Missing…
You
I don’t think I’ll find another
That made me feel the way you do
Did
And I try so hard
To rid
Myself
Of the memory of you
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One- on- one mixed-media art lessons in Los Angeles
‘Cause talking is better than working
I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.
A Writer's Musings (And Likely Some Shameless Self-Promotion As Well)
An outlet for my random thoughts and interests
where would it flow...
Serving a little poetic nourishment Monday thru Friday and featuring a Short Play Saturday Matinee to read.
Tales From The Life Of A Soul
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