Vintage Notes…
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Tag: My words
Sunday morning mind wanderings…
I never wanted fame. It is easy to say, I know… Everything is easy to say. It is the way to say it that makes us who we are. We live the same joys, suffer the same pains, seek the same dreams and have the same fears… We use the same words, just not…… Continue reading Sunday morning mind wanderings…
Someone, Who I Was Not – Notthedane56
If my words, weren’t my own if I tried to be someone who I was not would she look through me stripping away my covers undressing my less than savory thoughts about her? Pretending to be someone, whose words professed to belong to someone else, hidden away, tempting others to read along, thoughts and…… Continue reading Someone, Who I Was Not – Notthedane56
My Words That You Read…
My words that you read or the words that I wanted to break your heart like branches in the winds, blowing in my mind, You wanted to escape, the tree skies, breaking I wanted to protect you, and cover your insecurity with the strength of my words, and the quietness of my…… Continue reading My Words That You Read…
Flower Words…
She didn’t like my words, my prose, it seems so tore the letters into tiny pieces, she did, Throwing them to the breeze, changing into the blackest of butterfly wings, darkening the sky with rain, her tears fell down upon her, when she saw what she had done…. I took my pen,…… Continue reading Flower Words…
Cyranny's Cove 