Make it To Me – Sam Smith

 My mind runs away to you
With the thought I hope you’ll see
Can’t see where it’s wandered to
But I know where it wants to be
I’m waiting patiently though time is moving slow
I have one vacancy and I wanted you to know that
You’re the one designed for me
A distant stranger that I will complete
I know you’re out there we’re meant to be
So keep your head up and make it to me
And make it to me
So sick of this lonely air
It seems such a waste of breath
So much that I need to say
So much to get off my chest
I’m waiting patiently though time is moving slow
I have one vacancy and I wanted you to know that…
You’re the one designed for me
A distant stranger that I will complete
I know you’re out there we’re meant to be
So keep your head up and make it to me
Make it to me…
Make it to me…
I love you M…
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Illusion

In a fog, a disillusion
Long ago I thought
You were a solution
Now I just fight to relieve the pain of an illusion…
At first it was just a thrill
Devil May Care…
If you will.
But memories flood in
As they always will.
And that’s where you always get me
(Decades)
Those steely blue eyes…
Strong, sinewy arms that warm me at night.
No one else will really do.

A Violet Fancy now available on Kindle Unlimited

I am very pleased to announce that my short story collection, A Violet Fancy, is now available on Kindle Unlimited.

Over a decade, Violet Yates has written and compiled numerous short stories and a novella. Her fiction stories deal with life issues such as relationships, medieval women, modern women, hardship, love, marriage, abuse, infidelity, betrayal, sex, childhood memories and lessons to teens based on experiences. These stories contain life and vibrancy, and it is Violet’s hope that you will not only enjoy them, but gain something from them.

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… I could stand some more friendly faces. Tired of this drought. Sick of being put through the paces. Of asking for love and it all coming to nought… of no give and only take, feeling no love and only hate. Jealousy is no indication of affection, only disrespect. So I say this with no ill intention, you hold in me no sort of regard.

How Many Times?

How many times
Will my soul need healing?
How many times
Do I get to kneeling?
Hear you’ve long ago lost all feeling?
And there’s no chance left
For me
Because of someone
Who left you
Long ago destitute…
Sad and blue…

Well that’s just not fair.
Your disregard shows.
So I sink into despair
We use a fool’s tools
Who follows fool’s rules
And level the playing field
As we yield to the other’s idiocy

But I still recall,
The days we met
How can I forget?
Braces, acne… fresh, sunny smiles
You and all your cunning wiles…
Then I did love you.
Although I did not know it yet…
Then I did fall.