When did my fire go out?
The flames sizzle in the pain?
Anger dousing my passion.
The feeling of being a woman...
The wanting you as a man...
Distant memories, fading desires.
Are the embers still there?
Can they be re-lit with care?
I want to want you again.
To kiss your sweet face
To hold you in loves sweet embrace,
But how do I forgive?
How do I gather up the pieces of a broken heart
Shattered and scattered.
And fan smoldering passions dying flame.
Tears threaten again and the hurt is so much
They dampen the still glowing spark.
There is so much to forgive.
Where do I start?
I must begin with my own heart.
Before I can hope to regain passions flame.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
When did my fire go out?
The flames sizzle in the pain?
Anger dousing my passion.
The feeling of being a woman...
The wanting you as a man...
Distant memories, fading desires.
Are the embers still there?
Can they be re-lit with care?
I want to want you again.
To kiss your sweet face
To hold you in loves sweet embrace,
But how do I forgive?
How do I gather up the pieces of a broken heart
Shattered and scattered.
And fan smoldering passions dying flame.
Tears threaten again and the hurt is so much
They dampen the still glowing spark.
There is so much to forgive.
Where do I start?
I must begin with my own heart.
Before I can hope to regain passions flame.
Copyright Peggy Montgomery 3/8/2012
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