I used to believe in fairytales
And wish upon a star
But all that's left is the memories
Of a love I left afar
How it all went wrong, I'll never know
To this day I still ask why
Our love was once a bright red rose
Which slowly began to wilt and die
For nights on end the tears did flow
But soon those faded too
And the rose petals of a love gone by
Drifted away as life's winds blew
Now the years have passed and times gone by
And yet I sit and wonder
What ever became of that bright red rose
Whose spell I was once under
~Nichole M. Trussell~
copyrited 1992
For doubt not that my final breathe, will echo my love for you.
~Nichole M. Trussell~
copyrited 1995
The wind starts to howl
and the clouds begin to grow
the lightning flashes in my mind
and in the thunder screams my soul
I once longed for the sunlight
to heal and transform
Only to suddenly realize
my only comfort is in the storm
The rains I once thought drowned me
brought me courage and strength to fight
the whirlwind that surrounded me
caressed me with delight
So rage on my powerful beauty
for it you that has transformed me
My peace lies in the eye of the storm
and it's passion sets me free
~Nichole M. Trussell~
copyrited 1995
