Rebecca Maiese Biography

I carry my heart of crystal in my hands
That has been carelessly stolen by
My most trusted friend
Smashed into ten million pieces
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So many kisses I give out in a day
More than twenty but none that take my breathe away
Wake up kisses for my children
Good bye kisses on the checks
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I have scars on me, from my head to toe so vile to behold
No man could stand to lovingly hold me as his passion burns for release
Not for the disfiguring nature of my scars or the pain it bares to feel embraced
When I am looked upon and others see me beauty and grace in my vessel that holds
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Not defined by what was done to you
Or what was done by you
The essence of a woman is much more than this
Made to captivate all around her
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The other, wider path looks nice to me but it's full of mediocrity and neither yes or no
Maybe haunts my mind as a plague that once turned on encircles my thoughts until I find it
A yes or no…the wider path has more gray so I fear it
The narrow path has less gray somehow greatness can be done here
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