No More

This was written 07/15/2006.  I wonder what or who could have triggered these thoughts.  But one thing is for sure, I remember the feeling,  but I can't remember the boy anymore hehe



No more of the darker nights,
   none of those melancholic lines
None of the bed bug bites
  that keep me up, well it's a lie

No more walks in the park
 reminiscing the old days
None of the long lost spark,
 regrets you can't erase.

No more wondering of how
 it could be to see him when
all that really matter is "now"
I just need to live again.

No more of those sharp dagger pain
  but more of renewed spirit
Realizing the beauty in Your name
 You gave back my life and own it.

No more of those false security
 relying on one man's promise
when I got Your love eternally
what could be more than this?



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