Play misty for me

| MichelleMarie

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Misty was the song
I heard him play
she danced
he held her strong
like a princess
he was dashing
she was floating
I know it cause
I saw her
she smiled
when he played Misty

My Pa and Mom
My Pa and Mom

21 thoughts on “Play misty for me”

      1. There is no knowing what happens between lovers in private. It is just too private to share. Or if one blames themselves ???? ….. And sometimes the hurt is too deep to put words to. Ever. No matter what it looks like to others, including (or especially?) children?

        What is really sad, is that children so often blame THEMSELVES, not knowing where the real hurt and anger is coming from. You are so wonderful to have been able to give your own daughter a childhood free of most of that, though it has been at cost to yourself.

        But look at you …. you never stopped being BEAUTIFUL at any time!! WOW you are AMAZING!! XXX

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      2. “We do blame ourselves as children of a tornado type upbringing but oh the storms our heart holds and they come out every so often and I love that.’

        I think your words have a poem percolating up ….. 🙂

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