My first love letter....... No.. that’s not itMy first time making someone squirm in their seat.“Haha” ~ a chuckle escaped me and a smirk took ahold of my lips. You slid, what was it? A rice Krispy, the original was my favorite, or fruit snacks, the motts one- was the only ones I trusted but Welch’s sufficed........ because it was you so you would never hear me complain. Or maybe you leaned the...

The truth is I am not doing that much better since you left,Even if I sometimes post that I'm "living my best life" on the internet,The truth is I hate having a broken heart to mend,And I miss calling you my best friend.My fingers are blistered from writing sad songs,On my guitar about all the things I can say you did wrong,But really I'm just embarrassed that after so long,I haven't quite work...

A soul's first plunge into the depthsto be tested to the extremes in a cyclical nature not yet known to the breadth of humankind.A mindless wonder through the astral plane,Another arrival to a lifeyou have never lived,another first of many to exist in harmony.The echoes of your lives are heard,And so with the heart,You will see what you have beenBut never what you Could have been, 

Pandora’s Box has my heart by Kisslyn ShermerWhen I’m not around him, my hearts starts sinking. He’s my float.He makes me feel like a fire, alive. He’s my gasoline but he’s the keeper who tames my flame. The only flame that burns, just for him.High like the most dangerous drug, his eyes hypnotic as they shine and sparkle like clear blue oceans.His arms feels like home. He makes me feel safe and...

Dear beloved, I know you will never receive this.But - my heart is yearning to write thisThe bottle that I had sealed with your blue silk ribbon is starting to tear and my emotions that had been stored are starting to over fill.  I can't drown in this anymore.They say ‘Til death do us part’, but I have one question. Why did we part when I built you a home inside me? It is almost like I lived in...

You asked what I had thought about that nightAnd I just stared into your eyes and smiled,For how could I express beauty in sight Without imperfect image then defiled?Instead I asked if ever you had trackedHow many twinkling stars litter the skyWhile knowing dawn will come before the fact,But you just shrugged and gave to me a sigh. Your eyes gaze galaxies I crave to know,Both gently traced by y...

Our mothers literally build our hearts. From a conglomeration of cells to a beating, breakable organ. Building a heart is no violent act.  My mother built my heart from the safety of her womb. But leave the womb and a mother becomes more. More than a mother, she is a person.  As a person, she carries her own beating heart which has suffered the wear of trauma. Our mothers build our hearts, but ...

Gerry Domagala I'm a retired teacher and now just a songwriter from Gallup, NM. I grew up in Eugene, Oregon. Thank you for listening to my songs. soundcloud.com

Gerry Domagala I'm a retired teacher and now just a songwriter from Gallup, NM. I grew up in Eugene, Oregon. Thank you for listening to my songs. soundcloud.com