Her Eyes

She pays the price With empty arms at night And lips grown cold for lack of kissing, With ears that strain to hear your voice And eyes that cannot bear your beauty Yet they long to see your beauty When you are with her, They gaze, hungrily, And are never filled. Pain and pleasure Mingling.

You Have Not Lived….

Until you've heard the words, "Mommmmm! Josiah put hair removal creme all over his hair!". Yes. You read that correctly. My ten year old son rubbed, not one, but two applications of hair removal creme into his beautiful sandy brown hair. When his sister got married, she and her bridesmaids were primping and beautifying every …

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