remember me
sometimes a touch,
a smell,
a breeze,
brings back sweeter times.
sometimes a name,
a sound,
a song,
brings back the bitterness.
it's all i can do
but to spit it out...
and reach for the sweetness again.
a smell,
a breeze,
brings back sweeter times.
sometimes a name,
a sound,
a song,
brings back the bitterness.
it's all i can do
but to spit it out...
and reach for the sweetness again.
posted by Jessi | 11:04 PM
4 Comments:
Way to show the men in the world what a true man really is. Hmm...you have it in you Garnet. Careful, your wife is letting it out to everyone. See I always knew you were a softie!
Jess, I want to be one of those women! :)
Angela
I was so trying to figure out what the heck you were talking about until I read your comment on the last blog....I get it now.
You want to be one of those women?...does that mean Dan's never bought you flowers or does it mean that you're not softened by them when he does?? hmmmm...
What I meant was that I want to be one of those woman who has a husband who brings them flowers when they're wrong...and no, Dan doesn't buy flowers for me. I can only think of a couple occasions the whole 8 years we have been together. Isn't that terrible? (smiling) But if he did I certainly would be softened by them!!!! Especially if they were for saying sorry! Ang
tsk tsk, Dan ;)
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