Tag: Am Writing
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Stories from a Wild Heart
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I’m a writer. I’m a writer that doesn’t write like I dream of writing. Why? Because to do so requires me to release my hang-ups and people-pleasing tendencies. I also happened to have a day job for 13-years, that required me to act as a spokesperson and to be the…
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Hazel Eyes – A Love Letter
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Hazel Eyes – A Love Letter Your hair curls in a way that makes me long to run my hands through it. When your hair is shorter, I miss those curls. You with your changing hazel eyes and friendship that feels like home – were unexpected and unplanned. We make…
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Heavy – A Poem from the Loneliness
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Heavy The ache settles inAs the days grow darkerAnd colder. The sicknessHangs heavy around my neck.I manage alone, the ache deeper still.How long must I face this alone?– E.M. Morgan
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Let me show you
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Come to my door, knock. Take my hand. Lead me. Let us speak softly of all We feel. Stand in front Of me now when I need You. Let me tell you l Need you. Let me show you. -E.M. Morgan
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My Love, This Is Our Chance
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The fear runs deep.The longing is deeper still.The love won’t change.I’ve never been so certain,Even being so alone. Find a way, with me.Hold out your hand.Let me love all of you,Even where you feel most unlovable.It’s what I need from you. My love, this is our chance.– E.M. Morgan
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Things I Would Like to do With You – A Love Letter
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Things I would like to do with you – a love letter . . . I would like to wake up next to you and start my day in your arms. I would like to savor the last few moments before the day begins, clinging to you. I would like…
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Come Away With Me, My Love
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Come away with me, My love. Come away with me nowI don’t want you to whisperTo me with your eyes anymore.I want you to speak the words andLead me away from here. – E.M. Morgan
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A Love Letter to North Carolina
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A Love Letter to North Carolina . . . North Carolina is home now. While I fiercely love the state where I was born and lived until my early 20s (and again briefly in my 30s), North Carolina is home base. I don’t live in NC – but it’s home.…
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Yours – A Poem
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Every inch of herHeart, body, and soul is yours.She is yours, waiting.– E.M. Morgan