I'm constantly reminded of how amazing most writers are. I don't understand how long it takes them to write or what they go through as they write and publish a best selling book. I do know that for me, it's a joy to remember and it's a joy to share. The way they share their thoughts and enjoy doing it and I enjoy reading it to the last page.
Years ago, I wrote this to remember one KK. May tour friendship remain forever in our family.
I Remember.
I remember...
The night after the show,
As the wind gave it's slightest blow,
With the moon above in the night,
Shimmering, shining.
I Remember.
I remember...
The night after the show,
As the wind gave it's slightest blow,
With the moon above in the night,
Shimmering, shining.
I remember...
The silhouette of your body,
The brightness of your face,
The glow of your eyes,
As you stood facing me.
The silhouette of your body,
The brightness of your face,
The glow of your eyes,
As you stood facing me.
I remember...
The wind blow through your hair,
Black and so fair,
Your eyes look deep into mine,
Deep inside like a man.
The wind blow through your hair,
Black and so fair,
Your eyes look deep into mine,
Deep inside like a man.
I remember...
When you drove me home,
I felt alone, when you went away,
I could neither sleep,
Nor could I sit still.
When you drove me home,
I felt alone, when you went away,
I could neither sleep,
Nor could I sit still.
I remember.
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When your hormones get confused as you grow up during your teen years.
I don't forget, I don't regret.
I don't forget, I don't regret.