Make Love To Me

Drunk in love with a man whose moved on.

While time stands still; holding me emotionally to that moment we met.

To call for you now - impossible.

Tears stream down my heart - battered and bruised.

I know nothing of who I am since that fateful day in June.

You turned my life upside down; inside out.

I stare in the mirror at the woman I am now.

Lost in translation - mind, body and soul.

I yearn for yesteryear. A moment in time.


I miss what I never had. Words whispered into the night light.

Make Love To Me.

I drive myself crazy thinking what could have been while living the moments that are.

Where do I run? Where do I hide?




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