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Blog title: longtallsally's blogs
Blog description: Letting go I want to let go, I want to move on, But the memories hold me back. Why can't I backspace and delete? Why must the story be engraved so deep? Five years of delight with only fragments of pain. Who can measure happiness? My son became your nemesis. The past held you back. (Your pain). I know now that letting go is my only choice. You couldn't let go. And we lost each other.
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Good Morning Posted on Wed, Oct 24, 2007 06:48
I love you! yeah, that's right, YOU. :) have a great day!
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Yellow hands? Posted on Thu, Sep 20, 2007 04:33
I'm not a paying member so I have to blog this question. What do the yellow hands mean beside certain blogs? By the time this is posted I will have probably already seen the answer (since my posts are delayed by being a non-member) but just in case, I'm asking anyway. Also, if I am not 'doing it right' on here I apologize. There are lots of cool people here and reading these blogs is fun. So thanks!
Is this blonde or do you know what I mean? Posted on Sat, Sep 15, 2007 12:51
How come blogs keep going to the top of the list even though there is absolutely nothing new on them? I thought they only went to the top when someone offered a new reply. *ducks*
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Morning Glories Posted on Sun, Sep 09, 2007 07:48
How do you just know that morning has broken? From where does your joy originate? May I be more like you; unafraid to open up and live in total happiness, even if for just a moment in eternity.
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The Bridge Posted on Mon, Aug 20, 2007 05:25
Its August and the morning birds twitter and chuckle. There's a pinch of autumn in the chattering breeze. Gauzy curtains billow and recede. I think of you. It doesn't hurt anymore, but images still flash through. The roaring bikes of springtime pierced my heart. June and July and quiet cricket evenings yawned ahead. The days unfolded and I hung my laundry out to dry. These sheets smell like sunshine. My soul is cleansed. Remembering my dream; stepping carefully across a bridge. In that twinkling indigo night I made it to the other side. These morning birds sing their happy chorus either way.
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Letting go Posted on Sun, Aug 19, 2007 05:56
I want to let go. I want to move on. But the memories hold me back. Why can't I backspace or delete? Why must the story be engraved so deep? Five years of delight with only fragments of pain. Who can measure happiness? My son became your nemesis. Your fear outweighed our love. I know now that letting go is my only choice. I still have so much to give! You couldn't do it. Your past held you back. And now I sleep alone. And so you taught me yet another lesson. (I was so hot for teacher!) I'll finally unclench and when I do; My arms will be wide open.