Beth Bailey Biography

Smoldering ashes of a long forgotten fire
Stirred with stick of wanton desire
The flame first blue, then red, then white
It burns too hot and reason takes flight
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You stood me up.
And you don't even offer an excuse.
I call. You don't answer.
Your texts on New Year's Eve stopped the moment I said
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A heavy weight pressing down on my shoulders
Head hanging, limp hands, shallow breaths,
Tired eyes that stare at nothing
Numb to touch
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'Those are hello kisses, not goodbye kisses.'

Maybe, so. But we only have a stolen moment to express both.
How can you give a lifetime of love within the span of a few dear minutes?
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Thursday chimes Hello, so good to hear from you

Friday says I'm sorry for the pain that you've been through
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