Strawberry Dreams

An Abiding Love…
You are my once upon a time and my happily ever after, By the way you fill my life with such joyous laughter. You were the writing on the wall I didn’t see before, But now my eyes are open to you and so much more.
You see, somewhere along the way my past and future collided, Leaving me confused as you took my hand and gently guided, Leading me back to the present which is where we belong, Because when we keep believing in our dreams it’ll keep us strong.
Just like they always have during a moment of confusion, Causing me to initially wonder if it was all some illusion. But when I saw your face once my blindfold was removed, Our connection that ties us together was quickly proved.
Just like some pivotal moment in an epic story of love, Where the stars align for the lovers in the sky above. Because when you find that one soul who already lives deep inside you, You quickly realize how an abiding love will always see you through.
~ Strawberry Angel ~ September 4, 2014 ~
<3

An Abiding Love…

You are my once upon a time and my happily ever after,
By the way you fill my life with such joyous laughter.
You were the writing on the wall I didn’t see before,
But now my eyes are open to you and so much more.

You see, somewhere along the way my past and future collided,
Leaving me confused as you took my hand and gently guided,
Leading me back to the present which is where we belong,
Because when we keep believing in our dreams it’ll keep us strong.

Just like they always have during a moment of confusion,
Causing me to initially wonder if it was all some illusion.
But when I saw your face once my blindfold was removed,
Our connection that ties us together was quickly proved.

Just like some pivotal moment in an epic story of love,
Where the stars align for the lovers in the sky above.
Because when you find that one soul who already lives deep inside you,
You quickly realize how an abiding love will always see you through.

~ Strawberry Angel ~ September 4, 2014 ~

<3

You By My Side&#8230;

I discovered awhile back the one person I need is you, Because with you by my side I know we&#8217;ll make it through. No matter how rough the waters get or how much the rain pours, With you by my side I know our hearts will continue to soar.
~ Strawberry Angel ~ September 4, 2014 ~
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At Your Side ~ The Coors
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-_VefYzhoU

You By My Side…

I discovered awhile back the one person I need is you,
Because with you by my side I know we’ll make it through.
No matter how rough the waters get or how much the rain pours,
With you by my side I know our hearts will continue to soar.

~ Strawberry Angel ~ September 4, 2014 ~

<3

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At Your Side ~ The Coors

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-_VefYzhoU

Coloring Outside The Lines&#8230;

Our lives are way too short to always color within the lines, Keeping us trapped in a maze created by us despite all the signs, Of how flying by the seat of your pants can be just the very thing, To jump start your life back into the living with a nifty lil&#8217; zing.
I suppose as the days continue to pass and time marches on, I no longer wish to simply exist like I was originally drawn, I&#8217;d much rather spill my crayons and markers into a heap onto the floor, So that I can create with bold colors like I haven&#8217;t always done before.
If some of those colors should happen to skip past all those pesky lines, I&#8217;m positive this is the way I can break free of all my restrictive confines, Into a world of never-ending color that merges together without end, As I continue coloring outside the lines and watch them magically blend.
~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 30, 2014 ~

Coloring Outside The Lines…

Our lives are way too short to always color within the lines,
Keeping us trapped in a maze created by us despite all the signs,
Of how flying by the seat of your pants can be just the very thing,
To jump start your life back into the living with a nifty lil’ zing.

I suppose as the days continue to pass and time marches on,
I no longer wish to simply exist like I was originally drawn,
I’d much rather spill my crayons and markers into a heap onto the floor,
So that I can create with bold colors like I haven’t always done before.

If some of those colors should happen to skip past all those pesky lines,
I’m positive this is the way I can break free of all my restrictive confines,
Into a world of never-ending color that merges together without end,
As I continue coloring outside the lines and watch them magically blend.

~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 30, 2014 ~

The Two Sides of Regret&#8230;
Regret is a complex fellow by the way he appears, Sometimes he&#8217;s soft and allows me to wallow shamelessly in my regret, Letting me bathe in it like a tub of tears that seems to ease the sting of my stupidity.
Then there are those other moments when he&#8217;s hard, While he viciously berates me cruelly with venom-laced words that cut me to the quick, Showing me that I&#8217;m really just a silly woman that life has bested,  Because I let my silly fears drive me down Regret Avenue once again.
~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 30, 2014 ~

The Two Sides of Regret…

Regret is a complex fellow by the way he appears,
Sometimes he’s soft and allows me to wallow shamelessly in my regret,
Letting me bathe in it like a tub of tears that seems to ease the sting of my stupidity.

Then there are those other moments when he’s hard,
While he viciously berates me cruelly with venom-laced words that cut me to the quick,
Showing me that I’m really just a silly woman that life has bested,
Because I let my silly fears drive me down Regret Avenue once again.

~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 30, 2014 ~

Tippy Toeing on The Edge&#8230;

Sometimes I prefer to tippy toe on the edges of life, While slowly sipping on it as I watch things unfold around me,Observing all the little nuances as I roll it around on my tongue, While trying to decide if what I&#8217;m tasting is too bitter&#8230;or just right.
~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 30, 2014 ~

Tippy Toeing on The Edge…

Sometimes I prefer to tippy toe on the edges of life,
While slowly sipping on it as I watch things unfold around me,
Observing all the little nuances as I roll it around on my tongue,
While trying to decide if what I’m tasting is too bitter…or just right.

~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 30, 2014 ~

Dark Things Shouldn&#8217;t Be Allowed To Breath&#8230;
I keep my darkest feelings buried way deep down, Convinced that if I allow them a voice even for a single second, That I will no longer be able to contain all the darkness they reveal.
You see, we bury things way deep down, Because these are the very things that might just be our undoing If we ever gave them a voice, Or allowed them a chance to breath even one single breathe.
~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 30, 2014 ~

Dark Things Shouldn’t Be Allowed To Breath…

I keep my darkest feelings buried way deep down,
Convinced that if I allow them a voice even for a single second,
That I will no longer be able to contain all the darkness they reveal.

You see, we bury things way deep down,
Because these are the very things that might just be our undoing
If we ever gave them a voice,
Or allowed them a chance to breath even one single breathe.

~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 30, 2014 ~

There Are No Insignificant Stars&#8230;

I&#8217;ve come to realize that it&#8217;s best to observe disreputable characters from afar to avoid getting hurt.
Because they will often attack when you least expect it, cutting you deeply with their jagged edge of lies while they continue to put their wants and needs before anyone else over and over again.
Because in their twisted reality we are the insignificant stars&#8230;and they are the almighty sun.
Little do they realize that there is not a single insignificant star in the sky&#8230;and that will always be their downfall.
~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 30, 2014 ~

There Are No Insignificant Stars…

I’ve come to realize that it’s best to observe disreputable characters from afar to avoid getting hurt.

Because they will often attack when you least expect it, cutting you deeply with their jagged edge of lies while they continue to put their wants and needs before anyone else over and over again.

Because in their twisted reality we are the insignificant stars…and they are the almighty sun.

Little do they realize that there is not a single insignificant star in the sky…and that will always be their downfall.

~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 30, 2014 ~

Sharing Without Borders&#8230;

Yesterday, I got spooked once again and ran to the sea, Hoping I could figure out why I continue to sometimes flee, In the direction of far away instead of staying right here, Which is what I really want instead of trying to disappear.
Lines in the sand and walls built up high make me unsure, Which is hardly the way to make me feel safe and secure. So knock down all those walls and come join me in the sun, Where we can share without any borders and really have fun.
~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 28, 2014 ~

Sharing Without Borders…

Yesterday, I got spooked once again and ran to the sea,
Hoping I could figure out why I continue to sometimes flee,
In the direction of far away instead of staying right here,
Which is what I really want instead of trying to disappear.

Lines in the sand and walls built up high make me unsure,
Which is hardly the way to make me feel safe and secure.
So knock down all those walls and come join me in the sun,
Where we can share without any borders and really have fun.

~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 28, 2014 ~

Coffee With My Girlfriend&#8230;
I was talking with a girlfriend today and telling her that when I crouched down earlier to retrieve something, my knee actually creaked. Not delicately either. I&#8217;m talking something out of some sad comedy where I&#8217;m playing the lead character and everyone else knows that I&#8217;m no longer a young woman, but I haven&#8217;t quite figured it out for myself, so I&#8217;m completely clueless.
It seems that somewhere along the way, my mind&#8217;s eye of who I see every day does not match my actual age at all. I see this late twenties or early thirties something gal who embraces life with glee and exuberance and yes, even a bit boisterousness on those rare occasions like some bull in a china shop. Which is why when my girlfriend giggled and called me graceful and gentle. I looked around the coffee shop convinced that someone else was standing right behind me.
I then leaned over and playfully whispered, &#8220;You should really come join me in reality sometime soon because I just don&#8217;t see myself that way at all.&#8221;
She then asked, &#8220;How exactly do you see yourself?&#8221;
I thought for a moment and then quoted a favorite of mine.
Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
~ Dylan Thomas ~
I told her that I didn&#8217;t want to be some pretty wallflower taking a leisurely drive into old age. Where I simply discarded youthful things along the way because that was what was expected of me. I wanted to embrace getting older on my terms. Not resign myself to it. Where you simply accept everything about getting older and wait in some twisted queue while your life slowly fades into oblivion and you eventually die. Oh no, I intended to play hard and live life out loud until I could no longer move and then maybe&#8230;I might just slow down a wee bit to catch my breath. Maybe.
Then like the smartass she can be sometimes my girlfriend sweetly asked, &#8220;Is your knee raging against the dying of the light?&#8221;
That&#8217;s when I laughed while also choking on a sip of coffee and replied, &#8220;Apparently.&#8221;
I just love the way my girlfriend gets me. *grin*
~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 27, 2014 ~

Coffee With My Girlfriend…

I was talking with a girlfriend today and telling her that when I crouched down earlier to retrieve something, my knee actually creaked. Not delicately either. I’m talking something out of some sad comedy where I’m playing the lead character and everyone else knows that I’m no longer a young woman, but I haven’t quite figured it out for myself, so I’m completely clueless.

It seems that somewhere along the way, my mind’s eye of who I see every day does not match my actual age at all. I see this late twenties or early thirties something gal who embraces life with glee and exuberance and yes, even a bit boisterousness on those rare occasions like some bull in a china shop. Which is why when my girlfriend giggled and called me graceful and gentle. I looked around the coffee shop convinced that someone else was standing right behind me.

I then leaned over and playfully whispered, “You should really come join me in reality sometime soon because I just don’t see myself that way at all.”

She then asked, “How exactly do you see yourself?”

I thought for a moment and then quoted a favorite of mine.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

~ Dylan Thomas ~

I told her that I didn’t want to be some pretty wallflower taking a leisurely drive into old age. Where I simply discarded youthful things along the way because that was what was expected of me. I wanted to embrace getting older on my terms. Not resign myself to it. Where you simply accept everything about getting older and wait in some twisted queue while your life slowly fades into oblivion and you eventually die. Oh no, I intended to play hard and live life out loud until I could no longer move and then maybe…I might just slow down a wee bit to catch my breath. Maybe.

Then like the smartass she can be sometimes my girlfriend sweetly asked, “Is your knee raging against the dying of the light?”

That’s when I laughed while also choking on a sip of coffee and replied, “Apparently.”

I just love the way my girlfriend gets me. *grin*

~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 27, 2014 ~

More Than Some Kind of Ordinary&#8230;

An interrupted breeze holds me captive as I get lost in thought, Keeping me bookended in place like some rare novel, Even though most days I feel like some less than ordinary paperback That life has torn and tattered around my edges, But continues on because some sweet soul kept my pages intact, Seeing that I was so much more than just some kind of ordinary.
~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 27, 2014 ~

More Than Some Kind of Ordinary…

An interrupted breeze holds me captive as I get lost in thought,
Keeping me bookended in place like some rare novel,
Even though most days I feel like some less than ordinary paperback
That life has torn and tattered around my edges,
But continues on because some sweet soul kept my pages intact,
Seeing that I was so much more than just some kind of ordinary.

~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 27, 2014 ~