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Nothing quite like you.
Nothing quite like you.
There is nothing in the world like you.
Nothing that I cherise more.
I praise the day that you are here, and walked into my life.
And now your birthday's come and here.
Twenty one years I'm glad you're here.
Though my only wish, I wish..
Was that I met you sooner.
Spend a little longer.
Hold a little tighter.
And kiss a little more.
I love this day...
Because today is the day...
You were born into my life...
So happy birthday, my one and only.
Have the best of this day.
And I'll be smiling the entire time.
Because there's nothing quite like you.
Her eyes are the first I see each day I face my queen
Like pools of green and mysterious oceans, I beg to be lost in them
Her waves crash around me, welcoming me in her gaze
If I could pass away right now, I'd smile in my death
She is my queen, and I am her knight, sword and shield ready and strong
I cut down all who dare to harm her, and defend her with my shield
I dream of each day next to her, to feel her arms around me
I am but a servant to a goddess, and I will do as she wills
I love her in every way, and will be all that she wants
Each passing day I'm without her, is a day without the sun
I need her love, I crave her warmth
I'll stay with her, as long as she wills
Even if it means forever
I am her sword, I am her shield, I will never let her down
I am her sun, and she is my moon
My Goddess among queens
My ever growing love for you, like embers becoming flames
I cannot be extingui
Tara Chapter 0Chapter 0---Explanation---
I bet you thought I was dead. That good old Tara Cheetah was laying In a ditch somewhere, lifeless and without a heartbeat. What you have here is more of an explanation than anything else. My true chapter. My chapter zero. I've gone through so much, as you may have noticed, as you've followed my story thus far, and it's been a while. My mother used to say a lot can happen in the smallest of hours. That you never know what can change and what will not. Needless to say my mother had a way of always being right. Even down to the very moment she died in that hospital of a terminal illness. I never mentioned it, but my mother has been dead for some time now. After my grandparents passed away we received a large sum of inheritance from them, using it as a means to push through college and get where we wanted. We enjoyed ourselves, and felt blessed for every minute of it. Of course, life changes. People die and go. And it just happened to be my
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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