Do you know that special feeling
the one that sets your heart ablaze
I walk toward the light but succumb to
darkness Getting lost in a haze
am I the only one who’s losing
Am I the only one who cares
Am I the one who is confusing
Or am I the one who’s losing who’s losing
Should I live a life of wondering
If you feel the same way too
Uneasy is the feeling with or without you
Cause you’ve been waiting your whole lifetime
What have I got to do with you
Am I the one who’s choosing
Am I the one who’s always losing I’m losing you yeah
Sumer winter fall and spring
Reminds me of everything
Cause I’ve been waiting my whole lifetime
Why does time never treat me right
Am I the one who’s the sore loser
That I’m alone despite the fact
Should I reach out to be muse then
Or should I put myself on the shelf
When time mocks us of ourselves
I want to figure out the meaning
Maybe there’s none and that’s the point
Am I the one who’s always loosing
Am I the one who always falls
Should I be the one who’s always choosing
Why can’t I just be myself
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Jane Lovemoore
LA based writer I love to dabble in a bit of everything.
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Customer number one
It was cold that morning at 4:45am. Lizbeth was scheduled to open Sips and Sweets, but had to switch shifts with me suddenly. I don’t usually open the coffee shop, but I needed more experience. I was hoping to move up and maybe become assistant manager someday. We typically have a lot of the same people who come in the morning and afternoon. I was not familiar with the regular morning crowd, but Lizbeth would always tell me stories about the first customer of the day. Customer number one. Her most loyal and mysterious regular.
By Jane Lovemoore5 years ago in Criminal
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