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Sep 10
Calm your restless ways, don't point
your finger at me for joining in
something that started to be
exciting, now just a passing thing
to you, while I stand in the background
of deceit and betrayal.

Was not I who spoke words of love that
proved to be shallow water under
the rotten log we passed over through a
passionate dare.

Come on! Don't run away when words were
the truth hitting home, face me and look me in
the eye and speak your words of love never
meant nothing of importance.

You treat me as you treat yourself to a
bowl of ice cream, a fresh treat till it is
gone, the cake was also nice when the
frosting was fresh! Was it not?

Calm your restless desires, you'll only have
me as long as you need me, and soon I will be
a thing of the past, never to be remembered
in the same way.

I will always love you in my special way
cause you have always been in my heart since
children being best of friends.

When we grow, we only want, because wanting
is security, and needing is insecurity, and we pick
what we want in life not what we need to be happy
we find the inner love within connecting it with
the light that pours from our soul.

So calm your restless ways and let your light shine
bright in these days of uncertainty my sweet friend
of yesterday.

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Harriet Shea
Written by
Harriet Shea  80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)   
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