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Don't Cry Forever

by

Lori Young

Don't cry forever...
forever is too long.
Cry for a season...
then the pain will be gone.
Convince yourself that the pain is just a song;
A song written with passionate hands,
hands that knew my soul and helped me to stand.
Understand the loss; feel it to the end,
If the end never comes; to Hell I will descend.
Forever is too long.....

The Truth About Cats and Dogs

by

Lori Young

I used to have a puppy's heart...
then the cat showed up...
unfeeling, indifferent, cynical;
I didn't like that cat...
That cat walked all over my heart.
I never understood the difference between cats and dogs..
until today!
The cat left one day, taking with him, everything,
that was in my soul....leaving me holding the litterbox.
A collie found me...and we adopted each other.
A dog loves you unconditionally...a dog will bounce around and lick your face until you laugh...
it is a treasured annoyance.
Someday soon, I will have a puppy's heart once again.

The trip

by

Lori Young

I decided to take a trip. This trip required nothing of me, except my willingness to keep sun-glasses on. That is how I would get back home.
Not knowing, was part of the plan..not caring was sinister.
Dreams are reality in disguise. They reach out and scare you when you're six, but they reach out and touch you when you're 13. People love you in all different ways.
Sadness is faint memories of trains pulling away from stations with the taste of vanilla on your lips. Tears feel like acid falling down your cheeks.
Pain, is realizing that people sometimes hurt you, intentionally. Sobbing doesn't make it go away.
Regret, is knowing that the trip to Hell sustained you, but left others bleeding along the way.
Hell's roads are paved with memories of regret. The fire is a mere annoyance.
I wish I'd left my baggage; but it was cunningly comforting.
The whispers from my soul constantly remind me that I don't have much time left to get back. The reminders from my heart
continuously haunt me. I know God loves, but doesn't he get sick of us when we keep reminding Him we are only human?
I keep the sun-glasses on so you won't see the fire in my eyes. Don't tell me I'm wrong about God...I've been to Hell.
Don't tell me I'm right to question...the answers should be clear to me by now. Don't tell me I'm naive...you've kissed me, and know that I am not! Timidity is not in my vocabulary, but passion is. Yes..Hell's roads are paved with regret and the menacing thought of dull indifference.