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July | 2009 | One Last Lyric
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Archive for July, 2009. The Language of Leaving. On July 26, 2009 by Kate Michele. Four trash bags of clothes. One trunk of childhood memories. A couch that he always made his bed. A television she sacrificed. A later from his lips. No emotions no goodbyes. No explanations no hugs. Only a later from a sea of empty promises. An eternity to her not enough to change for him. She watches him pull away. Little arms holding tight to her. Little voice in her ear. The anger cha...
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And so it begins … again | It's A Secret
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And so it begins … again. January 1, 2013. Posted by Stephanie in Me. Ooopps I Did It Again. Today, I weighed myself. I was not very happy with what I saw on the scale’s digital window. I can’t believe I have done this again. I was so sure that this time, I was going to make it a lifestyle change. But, I failed again and I am both angry and disappointed in myself. I can do this. I will do this. No comments yet — be the first. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. I Heart Blither *.
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May | 2010 | One Last Lyric
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Archive for May, 2010. On May 27, 2010 by Kate Michele. Isn’t this just what its all about. Pink parts spreading for attention. Crying for what you know you deserve. Addicted to the abuse. Spinning bad motives into. Falling for the lies of love as hard ons. Only keeps you for what you can do for him. Don’t we all only keep others for what they can give. Might as well walk naked so they can look. Right at all the curves and delicate skin that will be sacrificed. These wo...
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April | 2009 | One Last Lyric
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Archive for April, 2009. Laquo; Older Entries. Be Careful Who You Love, For The Love Becomes The Truth. On April 29, 2009 by Kate Michele. The smoke from her cigarette wrapped around my face. Alluring in its filth and I couldn’t help but be drawn in. Her voice at one raspy and sweet. And she spoke her name to me believing I wondered. I found myself unable to withdrawal from her. My own issues falling down and an overwhelming need taking over. She walked on past. That’s ...
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September | 2009 | One Last Lyric
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Archive for September, 2009. On September 15, 2009 by Kate Michele. I cant see the future she whispered to him. No ones asking you too, just trust your heart. I don’t want to love you I need some time to find myself. But you do love me. I cant help what my heart feels but am I ready for this damnit I cant see the future. I see you my heart hears you baby that’s all I need to know. I don’t want to love you but I do never wanted to need someone. I don’t know where to go.
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May | 2009 | One Last Lyric
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Archive for May, 2009. Memories Choosing Not To Fight. On May 25, 2009 by Kate Michele. Your arms so holy. That I may fall far from fear. Take me to your. That I may kiss away shed tears. That I may sleep peacefully. In your arms so holy. That I may steal your heart. That I may taste you. On my lips so swollen. That I may never take. Your love so warmly. On May 22, 2009 by Kate Michele. You can see him sitting there any morning of the week. To his children for dinner.
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June | 2009 | One Last Lyric
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Archive for June, 2009. On June 26, 2009 by Kate Michele. I am more than you make me. Tied up in your little bows. Black lace perfect satin. Smelling of your sex. Instead of your love. I am more than a face. Tied up in your sweet words. Transparent lies perfectly poured drinks. Spoken words with no meaning. Drips falling off fake lips. I am more than you know. Tied up and underground. Open roads beating sun. Guilt ridden wind bleeding wheels. Hold tight I’m gonna break.
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November | 2009 | One Last Lyric
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Archive for November, 2009. On November 23, 2009 by Kate Michele. Ive been here lately. Http:/ www.chictopia.com/k8michele. For the moment i can handle that kinda blogging better. For some reason i dont have the words in me to write like i would like. So im taking a break. These words I write keep me from total madness". Bettina’s Brave New World. Between you and me. Burnt out light bulb. I Have No Name. Life is a bowl full of jerrys. This is a test. On Isn’t It.
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MYOFB | It's A Secret
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April 26, 2009. Posted by Stephanie in Uncategorized. Why do people (my sister) who lead such a different lifestyle from me have to nit-pick, insult and complain about the way I do things? Apparently, I am, by her standards, lacking as a mother. (And, she should know being all never married, childless and dating Peter Pan). April 26, 2009. Ignorance gives them an illusion of superiority. their time will come…. April 26, 2009. Not only is the bloggess funny as hell, she gives decent advice🙂. You are comm...
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I’m in the mood for … nothing | It's A Secret
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I’m in the mood for … nothing. January 2, 2013. Posted by Stephanie in Me. Hopefully, as the day goes by, that will change. But, as for now, I’m content to just sit here and do, well, nothing. I did fold the towels in the dryer and I flopped the wash, I loaded the dishwasher (I still need to wash the pots, pans and cooking/prepping utensils) and I ate breakfast. Now, it’s noon and I’m sitting on my bed kind of watching an ANTM marathon I’ve seen before and writing this. No comments yet — be the first.