Words: 1 Fine Example

So be it:

hit me across the head with a crowbar
if that is all I am good for so far.
At least until you get out of this Mess.

And I will pretend
that I don't know of your Sins.
- until you are ready to confess them.
But all the time.
All this time:
I'll know.

And you could use this skin
to bury secrets in.
For I know how to settle you down.

And at my own suggestion:
I won't ask no questions.
I'll just do my thing in the background.
But all the time.
All this time:
I'll know.

Baby, we can't grow while she is still around...

So.
For the time being
I'm being:
patient.

And amidst this bitterness
if you'll just consider this -
even if I don't always make sense
all the time.
Well, damn - give it time.

For when the crowd and ghosts become your burden
and you've early closed your red curtain
I'll be waiting by the backstage door...

And while you try to find
the lines to speak your mind
and pry it open in hopes of an encore
- just remember it may get too late,
for me to wait
for you to find you really love me
and to be able to mean it so.

Hell.
It's okay.
No need to say it.
I'll know....

Love Words

Yes, we learn to read. (all sorts of things)
Yes, we like to listen to songs. (some of us are even talented enough to sing them).
Yes, some of us can even read and sing in....more than 1 language. (I am totally down with that).

So what is the common denominator in all this?!

Words.

It's the words, my dears, that move me.

In songs I am a lyric person.
I love poetry.
If I come across a phrase (no matter how small) that moves me, I jot it down in my planner.
While reading books I am known to underline passages that signify something to me - good or bad.
Since 14, I have been writing my thoughts down - that is 20 years of a lot of things in Elsa's head.

One of my greatest Loves in life will always be: WORDS.
One constant in my Life - for there are few, kids - will always be: WORDS.

I love the art of being able to make a reader feel - good, passion, bad, laughter, exciting, love, sadness, anger, depression - through words.

I am known to well-up mid-song at the piano, unable to continue on because the lyrics move me too much and I have a lump in my throat.

I've also been known to esteem certain men's words so much that I fall in Love.

It is my perogative that I highly regard writers above our President.

It's all for me: I don't expect anyone to get it.