Inside my eyelids
I see you smile
Smiling meanwhile
I'm thinking about you

A seed sprouting
Is what I feel
Feeling so real
I'm thinking about you

Like catchy music
In my mind you lay
Laying all day
I'm thinkig about you

I hear her name - I am numb
into my ears,
for when i hear it , i hold back my tears.
not cause Im hurt, not cause I fear
but cause i only wish i could have her here.
to breathe, to see ,to smell,
to bring me back the way i felt.
cause feelings,emotions they are what keep you alive.
lately though its been a struggle - im not gonna lie.

its those moments you live for, the moments that bring you back.
to the time, to the place but you're already losing track
of the time you had left, should have done more..
the feeling of drowning as you look to the shore,
covered in the shiny black sand- there she stood
id do anything to be in that moment ,anything,if i could.

cause you see, when you lose someone,no - not just someone,you lose yourself
and for the rest of your life you're lost,helpless.
the only way to find yourself is in the memories you've made
engraved in your heart -these moments
these smells,these thoughts,these feelings,emotions.
everything that connects you dont let it out of your site.

cause once you do, once you forget,
her name is really numb,
and she really is
gone.

her name i vow i will never take lightly, cause **** she was a woman whose name
was never ment to be
numb.

The day was hot, the hours long.
I couldn't wait to go home.
Covered in sweat, from toiling outside,
I was reeking of sandy loam.

The clothes dropped off on my way in,
I could hardly wait to shower.
The faucets running at top speed,
It would take more than solar power.

The steam rose up, the water poured,
At last! I found some bliss.
Scrubbed until I was glowing pink,
Not an inch of flesh I'll miss.

Finally calm, I relaxed a bit,
The vanilla scent made me smile.
My hair was clean, I felt brand new.
Now to get perky for a while.

Turbanned hair gave my eyes a lift.
I just knew my face would glow.
As I sashayed in my fluffy towel,
To the mirror, I turned to show.

As I wiped the mirror, so I could see,
I started in surprise!
Surely, THAT couldn't be me!
But, yep, the same green eyes.

The temporary face lift fell,
The cat-eyes started to droop.
Dreading to take the body towel off,
Fearing the rest just looked like ****!

My oh my, where did it go?
That *** that looked so fab!
My age crept in when I was asleep,
And, turned me all to flab!

Deb Nixon