Inspired by Kelli Rose Fugate
Someday, I’ll write like Tori Amos.
Or me.
Or Bukowski.
Or Rumi.
Or not.
Maybe I’ll learn to shut up.
But probably not.
Love the poet in me.
The girl I wish I was.
The woman I am.
The nurturer.
The one that wants to please.
Love and understand me completely.
Or don’t.
My free spirit will always wander.
Explore.
Connect.
Maybe I am a mermaid.
Longing to swim with dolphins.
But maybe, just maybe I want to be held and loved.
Maybe, loving me is that simple.
But what if I’m a mermaid?
In these jeans of yours with her name still on it
Hey, but I don’t care
‘Cause sometimes
I said sometimes I hear my voice
I hear my voice
I hear my voice
And it’s been here
Silent all these years
I’ve been here
Silent all these years
Silent all these
Silent all these years…
Renee Writes Here 
And now I’ve got to listen to Little Earthquakes…. so thank you very much! Finding your voice is such a thrill, after spending years trying to sound like someone else.
Isn’t Little Earthquakes the best? How are you doing my lovely?
I’m on the road to being well. And listening to Leather presently, which is fantastic, and means that Tear in My Hand is only a couple tracks away.
Oh how I love it.
Hey I remember Tori’s haunting beautiful but sad and enraging. Mean people suck is an understatement. My mom suffered that.. as kids we were appalled and afraid.
At least we’re grown now. And baby we can do anything!
Mwah!
Love, Renee
I’m afraid “Cornflake Girl” is about the only Tori Amos song I know (plus some stuff from the “Toys” soundtrack) but that was a beautiful poem!
Thank you Love. Listen to her. She’s a dream.
Here’s to simplicity, in all its complexities.
Scott
Amen Scott. Amen.
Gruß, Wolfgang
Regards to you Love.
Renee