Hey Sexy,
Hey hey my Miss Lyndsay Lane
where have you been where have you been
Hey hey my mystical muse
don’t stop pulling me through.
Again it has been forever since I’ve written. Our lives seem full throttle around here lately and I’ve been lost in my head again. I’ve been lost in April quite a bit. Do you remember April like I do?
I guess April will continue being special, a month of happiness, love and excitement. April for me -
she says I’m more in love
with my addictions
my self inflicted misery
than I am with her
and I can’t believe
it might be true sometimes -
I don’t blame her
no I don’t blame her.
and maybe she’ll forgive me
for not resting with her again
for not holding her empty near
for not breathing sometimes
when I forget
to breathe -
I don’t blame her
no I don’t blame her
my broken princess muse.
This was written in April – Saturday, April 4th, 2009 at 1:36 AM to be exact. Oh the words you bring baby how you make me sing inside, in April. Last April’s words really came alive without much effort at all as I remember it. I’d get home from work and just write write write.
One of my favorites is What’s Left in You. – I don’t know that I’ll ever write something so perfect.
the moon glows all over you
all over your sexy pale and you fade into
perfection
a vision so beautiful
what’s left in you
and I never imagined
baby I never dreamed
anything so magical
so mystically inviting
as what’s left in you…
I started the My Dearest Lyndsay category in April 2009 as well with My Dearest Lyndsay 1. I’m beginning to think I could have been a little more creative than numbering your love letters – it makes it quite apparent that I have only written you 7 until today.
she always looks so pretty
sitting in the sunlight
dreaming by day
and she doesn’t let the little things
get to her
in her big world
she has every key to my heart
the only girl I know
you know
and she wears them all on her lips
the tingle
her control
and every look in the mirror
I see the best of me
starring back at me
I’m free with her
it’s real with her
no I wouldn’t change the dream…
—
April April April
come home sweet spring inside
awake and come alive
Miss Lyndsay Lane
runs through these Veins -
once again.
—
he faded away from life
he drifted just far enough
he took his pills
he drank his booze
and found his blurry in a hurry
left himself a complete mess
for her to clean up…
and he never leaves her…
I never intended to add excerpt after excerpt in this letter but the words define the mystery that was at the time; they led into a new world, a new future. Our future of Cade and Collin.
The month of April brought me home for the first time to my parents so long, long ago in 1969. The month of April brings life. The month of April breathes. I guess I’ll always be in love with April.
And I hope April will never never pass without you beside me. I don’t ever want to live without the smiles you put on this old soul, in April.
Love you baby.
xod.
