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I was challenged to do one thing I had never done. Decided to go on my first solo mini road trip to this lake. Beautiful place. Peaceful place. 

         “Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.”

Desperate for attention

Desperate for love

Desperate for someone

to treat her well

so Desperate acting like a fool

used abused and left in the cold

Finally awaking

Desperate no more

No more begging for a reply

No more waiting for an answer

No more longing for his unavailability 

No more listening  for the ring of a phone call she knows she will never get

Desperate no more 

She knows her worth

She knows herself more each day

She knows what she deserves

Desperate no more

What are you looking for? 

A soul ripped to pieces

Strewn over the ocean waves

Life force depleted into nothing

Desperate to feel again

Longing to be alive

Truly the darkest night of her soul

She Walks in Beauty
BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)
She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!