You are my everything

My head has run out
Of rhymes, of time, of love
I no longer feel safe within myself
You feel my heart, my soul, my mind
My life is yours to do with as you wish
Blooms in May never smelled as sweet
as when smelled with with you
Birds sing sweeter when hear with you
Touch feels better when given by you
The sweetest dessert cannot compare to the taste of you eyes
You are my everything, my life, love my live, my passion
You are you
My all and everything

Three Days

Three Days

Shaking hands

Shaking legs

Shaking hearts

Three days can change your world

Breaking minds

Breaking hearts

Breaking worlds

Three words can mean everything

Taking hearts

Taking lives

Taking time

Just. Three. Little. Days.

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My memory is going...

I can no longer remember both of the parts of Handel's Hallelujah chorus.  I originally learned it in tenor, then I switched a year later to soprano.  After the teacher actually listened to me.  I could hit the tenor notes mind you, but I could hit the soprano easier. LOL  I think I could qualified as a true tenor now, after my thyroid issues.  I was playing around with recording some stuff and I said I know, I'll record both parts of the Hallelujah chorus.  Only to find I can't remember them.  I just love my mind, not! This is not acceptable.  I wish there was something to do about it.  Unfortunately, there is no real problem, hence no solution.  I've had a headache since 1994, that's probably part of it.  Or at least one of the medications I'm on.  I used to remember everything.  And I do mean everything.  Exact conversations.  Now, I have trouble with names.  It sucks.  I'm fighting the best I can.  It makes you feel like you can't win when you're thirty three and you feel like you're fifty.  I understand that there are people that are worse then I am.  I just get frustrated sometimes.  Zebras get lonely sometimes.  It's hard to find someone who understands exactly what it feels like to have stripes. They stick out but at the same time you blend in the jungle. Camouflage isn't always a good thing.  It may stop the person who could help you the most from noticing you. 

Forged in Spirit

Souls Touch in the fire

Forged in spirit

Trials bring us together

Will banality part us?

Normal everyday life

Shall be the death of everything

All we’ve worked towards

All we ever wanted

We’ve both striven for the stars

Craved the universe

What good is a picket fence?

If there is no one

Left standing beside it? 

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