A Bedtime Story

If love is magic—
If I’m the Dreamer
And you the Dream…
If I want you,
but you don’t want me, then
the magic can’t be.

Do you see?

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I only wrote this tale to tell you—
without you,  I can’t make magic.

A Secret

Sometimes I hear a lyric, or read a poem, that becomes so sacred to my soul, I want to keep it locked up—a secret, hidden from the world.

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Tell me… how was it  you loved me?

Like those secret words I hid— too sacred to be spoken.

The End.

Hi.

Hi.

I want to tell you a story.

Okay.

Once upon a time…

Wait, is this a Fairy Tale?

Be Mine? ;)

a quarter of a year

Three months equals one quarter of a year. 90 days ago, we started talking  again.

Off. On. Off. On. Off. On— Yawn!

Hello. Goodbye. I hate you. Get over it. Don’t cry. Hello. Hello. Goodbye.

One quarter of a year I realize I have wasted. It makes me think time means nothing to you. It’s like chewing bubblegum on a careless day, it doesn’t register in your brain, just as I never registered in your heart.

In Your Head.

‘Do you still write about me?’

Do you still read me?

‘No!’

No! I deleted everything.

‘Interesting, I just clicked on your blog
and you have a new story.’

So, you lied?

‘You lied.’

False. I underestimated the power of your imagination.

‘You’re not making sense.  You are insane.’

Writing isn’t sense. It’s creating, learning,
and the ability to understand your own heart.

‘So, you do still write about me.’

No! You wrote this…

Good Enough?

Once you know what you want, it’s easy to free yourself of
what you did not want—disposing of the good,
making room for only the best.

You’re good baby— but I always knew my heart was created
for the best…

So when I walk away,  I hope you finally see,
the best things in life  are  never  free.

Xoxo,  Miss Coco J.

With You

You’re always in your head.  It must get lonely.

“It doesn’t. You’re here too. . .”

I was born in high heels…

..and I’ve worn them ever since.
– Helena Christensen.