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Letter To A Friend...
Dear friend:
You always wonder how I get into your head,
understand the messages you wrote, as I read.
There is no easy answer to your query
but I will try to explain what it is in theory.
I am like a short wave radio tuning in to the emotions,
an empath, I can FEEL your every word and sensation.
Literally it is like scanning the channels,
I feel peoples’ sentiments, some clear, others feint and shallow,
it can get hard at times to block the chaos out,
yet at other times it is useful without a doubt.
A gift or a curse, which, I do not know,
but I use it to help those who need hope.
I feel you my friend, you are like a beacon of sorrow,
a loneliness, endless, like no tomorrow.
It cut me to the quick so I tuned in, it was you,
now, I am quite intuned, feeling the changes in your moods.
I hear your heart when it aches,
your mind when it threatens, insanity will overtake,
but like all things in nature it is not absolute,
it comes and goes depending on the strength of feelings in you.
Magic, mystery or science so deep,
call it what you like, that is the secret I keep.
Many, many people do not understand,
all I can say is, I am what I am.
Empath, witch, demon or angel, you decide,
like a prism it is just another facet of the me inside.
I feel you my friend, it is not a trick,
and will until you cut the uniting link,
and when you no longer need me there,
I will become a memory of your time of despair.
Gypsy Red
Jan.2012
You always wonder how I get into your head,
understand the messages you wrote, as I read.
There is no easy answer to your query
but I will try to explain what it is in theory.
I am like a short wave radio tuning in to the emotions,
an empath, I can FEEL your every word and sensation.
Literally it is like scanning the channels,
I feel peoples’ sentiments, some clear, others feint and shallow,
it can get hard at times to block the chaos out,
yet at other times it is useful without a doubt.
A gift or a curse, which, I do not know,
but I use it to help those who need hope.
I feel you my friend, you are like a beacon of sorrow,
a loneliness, endless, like no tomorrow.
It cut me to the quick so I tuned in, it was you,
now, I am quite intuned, feeling the changes in your moods.
I hear your heart when it aches,
your mind when it threatens, insanity will overtake,
but like all things in nature it is not absolute,
it comes and goes depending on the strength of feelings in you.
Magic, mystery or science so deep,
call it what you like, that is the secret I keep.
Many, many people do not understand,
all I can say is, I am what I am.
Empath, witch, demon or angel, you decide,
like a prism it is just another facet of the me inside.
I feel you my friend, it is not a trick,
and will until you cut the uniting link,
and when you no longer need me there,
I will become a memory of your time of despair.
Gypsy Red
Jan.2012
Published 5th Feb 2012
| Edited 6th Feb 2012
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6th Feb 2012 3:07pm
I have the illusion that you remember me in your travels.
One thing is certain, after a few days without reading anything written by you, I begin to miss you.
I loove it
One thing is certain, after a few days without reading anything written by you, I begin to miss you.
I loove it
6th Feb 2012 4:01pm
Ohh how sweet (Caro Mio, claro que me acuerdo de ti) I have been a little busy of late, please forgive this lousy friend.Thank you for reading my piece I am glad you enjoyed it, as I enjoy your comments.
Besotes grandes de
la gitana traviesa
Besotes grandes de
la gitana traviesa
6th Feb 2012 8:31pm
Our heart is as only big as our hands. Yet our hands are able to span across; oceans, mountains, and sands of this world. For I to have one of hearts and a friend in which she holds as much as I do hers. We all have our walls that make us "tuff". We are still human and always have compassion. From the bottom of my heart and everything that I am. It is a honor to be your friend. I know that their are no medals for friendship, but their is... it's a smile and gentle words. No medal that you can pin on any uniform can compare to a true friend. Godspeed you home and may you be safe...My Friend
6th Feb 2012 10:39pm
You are most welcome my friend, I am so glad you liked it and enjoyed it, it means the world to me.
Red
Red
8th Feb 2012 8:49am
I love this it's good to know you have such a gift..it's a beautiful gift..I have been adrift I miss reading your work..this is profound..you are blessed in many ways..beautiful woman that you are..peace Crim :)
8th Feb 2012 1:22pm
Well I am glad you think so dear I tend to be ambiguous about it, sometimes it is a god send other times a curse, (exp.: when someone tells you how much they love you and you know without a doubt know that they are less than truthful even though you want to believe.)It can be devastating and at times,overwhelming. I have missed your comments my dear; glad you liked this piece.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
