Deborah Leah Krempa > Writing | WritersCafe.org

the gentleness that is you whispering a kiss across the nape of my neck the soft brush of your hand through my hair letting me know that you car..

It's been a long time my friend Since we held hands And danced by the campfire light Just you and I We use to have such fun Wrapped in a blanket..

it's sad we have nothing to say you and i we use to have so much in common it seemed beer &tequila& quervo together we would dance al..

There is no silver lining here Only sadness my dear friend Underneath this roof you'll find many tears that have been shed and bled dry Too muc..

There's been too much death in my family Too much manic depression Too much loss Too much pain Too Much Sorrow Too much agony Too much h..

if i could write a letter to the one that i love i'd tell him how much i miss him like the countless stars above i'd tell him i love him if i kn..

(not quite finished yet) (about the night my son was killed by a drunk driver)

We had such fun bathing in the sun Playing pick-up-sticks Back in 1956 Smootching at the drive-in Snuggling at the matinee Cruizin down the high..

When we would break up Then we would make up Just to break up again It was a vicious circle Like when he'd hit me Then he'd be sorry And he'd hi..

Once upon a time I believed in fairy tales Prince Charming and happy endings I would meet him He wouldcome and rescue me Sweep me off my feet S..