This a vintage post...February 7th, 2008 Dating is hard enough without bringing the past into a new relationship. In my last serious relationship (and please keep in mind I too ask myself ‘What the hell were you thinking’ as I am sure some of you may after reading this) there were late-night visits from women,… Continue reading The Ex-Factor
Category: Historical Prose
Blind Love
#historicalprose 5/15/2001 So love is blind and now my heart runs free. Only stopping to glance at cowboy and then running off into the sunset. Away from all that is love, I begin to heal and strive to be a part of something beautiful again someday. However, my eyes stay closed, so fearful. I'm no… Continue reading Blind Love
Paint by Number
Away into the sunset I painted, number by number. Dreaming of a day that knocks all others off the books. Sitting in another's shoes I see my weakness more than before. Each day I sleep in the sound his embrace used to make and each day I kiss the memory goodbye but I can't seem… Continue reading Paint by Number