Listening to my staggerd breathing
I count to ten, trying to calm down
i close my eyes and think of that happy place
books, newspapers, quiet open spaces
Sundays with you, never wasted.

lying in bed til 3 in the afternoon
and baby Monday always came so soon
but now, Sundays seem so long
and I am crying through this song

Wonderin what you are doing
and who you are doing it with
and why you're not doing it with me
jealousy

Wishin you were back
Wonderin in fact
of who you are with
envy

You hurt me so much
can't seem to touch
myself the same way
can't have you any day

will I ever be the same
always believing its a game
am i tryin this in vain
wonderin through the pain

will i ever be all right
will i make it through a night
without turning to see
if you came home to me

remembering i locked the door
i couldn't take it anymore
never knowing who to trust
leaving you was a must

so like Brian McKnight
Counting the days, hours minutes
since you left
feeling so distressed

not knowing what to do
lying here I dream about you.

Randee dis was well felt ......
let da world know these feelings
tyte

Thanks as always $$RICH$$

likewise

yeah...i know the feelin...unfortunately :(
but the flow was still off the chain

Big compliments coming from you

Yeah i'm with trinit, i really know the feeling. this is a good piece.

thanks true

crazy what we miss

randee...

mmm mmm mmm... i felt this one from
my hair follicles to my toe nails!
heartfelt emotion dripped from every
word! thank you for sharing.

alwayspeace,
elayne.

Love it.

Thanks ladies, know we have all had our favorite Sunday mornig rituals with men. How do you ever fill that space again?

This is so well-expressed and honest. I really admire your work, Randee.