From the moment of our birth, we are given labels to describe who we are, what we are and to whom we belong. As we grow into adolescence, even more labels are ascribed. Once into adulthood, we discover that the labels we were given have little to do with who we truly are and more to do with what we have or have not accomplished in life.
I may be an Idealist, an Archer, born in the year of the Goat. I may be a Woman, a Child, a Poet, a Cynic, a Dreamer, but these are just more labels and don't tell you who I am.
If you were hoping that in this small spattering of words you would come to know the authentic me, you will not.
What I write on these pages that float across the miles and miles of Cyberspace, weaving in and out of the millions of unsolicited messages on the WEB are just thoughts, wishes, dreams, nightmares. Visions of things past and the hope of things to come.
They are my visits to the Edge, and back.
I'll leave the labeling to you.
"blurring the edge"
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one
Chorus:
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way
So take me as I am
This may mean
You'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won't mean a thing
Chorus
Just when you think, you got me figured out
The season's already changing
I think it's cool, you do what you do
And don't try to save me
Chorus
I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way