Letters to a Dying Flame – A Series of Observations

Hope Springs Eternal

Hope springs eternal when you look to the horizon. How much better it is to see the sun. Go on, go on, go on!
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Will I Ever Stop Burning?

I’ve been dancing along the edges of my anger. What will this cost me? Each move brings me closer, each moment a reminder of the burning inside me. Will I find my way home again? How very wrong I’ve been, deceived by another’s dream as I mistook it for my own. I am so far…
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Talk Dirty to Me

Gosh you make me look good, the way you talk about me. Good or bad, press is press. Or so they say. So very interesting. I can only imagine what it’s like inside that mind of yours. Why does she do that? Why does she care so much? She is so annoying. I can’t believe…
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Don’t Show, Don’t Tell.

Oh honey, you should know by now. Don’t show, don’t tell. Otherwise all those precious feelings, they’ll know them all. Don’t show, don’t tell. What’s worse in the end? Don’t show, don’t tell.
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Happiness on the Horizon

My days come and go just the same, but when I stop and look around, the colorful beginnings and endings of each day promise me that happiness is on the horizon. That soon, those vibrant colors will fill the days completely, instead of begin and end with them. That soon, I will have a life…
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I Know I’ll Love You Someday

It was this way long before I knew it myself, and far before you did too. Here I am, where I’ll stay. I know I’ll love you someday.
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Love is A Losing Game

It’s hard to keep on playing when love is such a losing game. Each hand, more emotions delt and less to gain. Again I try, just to see what my odds might be. In the end you rake in the chips of what I had to give. What a mess love is, this game. Would…
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Wendy Leave Your Window Open

The window is shut, there’s no other way in. Wendy dear, is it true? Is it true that Peter loved you? You flew amongst the stars, his hand in yours, to a land far away. The stories say it was the start of a wonderful adventure. At what part did your feet touch the ground…
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To Say Hello Again

There might come a day, an indeterminate amount from now, where the phone rings and it’s them on the other side. It sends your mind spinning and turns your world upside down for entirely different reasons than the last time you spoke. There is too much to say at once. You wonder how to say…
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To Become You

In every season of change I have stood back and said little; for the opinions of others would block my way. So I learned to quietly go on, to not raise their suspicion or concern. Though I went quietly, it would have been easier if not for the storm I carried, and the inevitable destruction…
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