How does a relationship work?
With the magic of a glance. Of hate or love
Two men if the choice was mine
One, just after two meetings my heart was stolen. My soul awoke.
The other was the second ugliest man I had ever met. A Cyrano of words hiding in the shadows.
The hate of my day
The joy of my day
One to avoid, one to run to
One to dance, and sing and beautify my hair and skin
One man self-made. One man a clone of his father.
According to Hallmark the man I hate is really the man I should have married.
Both dreams of the past, need to be placed on the shelf.
But does my future evolve around a desire to make love or a heavy mental confrontation?
Take my hand and let's make love. And yet I wonder, but it is normal to have some doubt. Still wishing I could return to the past. After all "who says you can't go back"
I cry wishing my heart would jump like that again
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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