Tell Me It Isn’t Love


Crawls into my window
Like  cool breeze
Echoing within my soul

And I’m looking
Up at the stars
And I’m thinking
I should be where you are

Kissing the night away
Imagine us like this forever
Your hands in my hair
My hands caressing your skin
The smell of love in the air

Like cinnamon
Love so sweet
Tangy, alluring
Dangerous,  sometimes misleading
Tell me it isn’t love

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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