Some days I wish I could eat my cake and have it.
Dump the annoying job, ditch the uptight family reunions, put on some makeup up and do me better.
Travel around the world, eat exotic, sleep under Eiffel’s glitter.
No babysitting, not even myself or my own kids, just me, Paris and its streets!
Some mornings I just wish I could speak up.
Stand up to those demons who hide under my bed at night and whisper in my ear while I sleep tight.
Tell them I am the definition of beauty, brains and light.
Walk down the street with my head high, step light, eyes bright watching some of them crawl back into their holes shut it up!
Some nights I wish I was free to show you how I feel.
Hell, leave all morals at the trash of your entrance and unscrupulously,
Sink into your arms, breathe into your skin, whisper “I am yours” and kiss you jealously!
Have the courage to leave “convenient” for the “heal”
Eden…
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TALES OF EDEN
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