“COME FIND ME” (Poetic Collaboration With Michelle A Lee)
“COME FIND ME” (Collabo With Michelle A Lee)
I’m standing out in the open
Arms outstretched in the rain
Pleading with the heavens
“Send that man to find me!”
I’m so tired of being alone.
I want someone who’ll treat me
Just like the Queen I am
Who’ll wait on me hand and foot
Yet one who will know
When to stand firm and make his point
To keep me grounded and humble
Keep me on the straight and narrow
Keep me from falling
And catch me when I stumble.
© 1st January 2008-14:30pm Written by Angela Edgar
WWW.ANGEE.CO.UK All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited.
Lord, where is he???
He engulfs my imagination
My body sways to the beat of his footsteps
And longs to be touched----
By his intellect.
He will respect me as the origin of life
Emanated from God's anointed breath.
With him, there will be no subservience
But rather, willful submission.
I shudder at the thought of hearing him
Because I still believe in fairytales
I recognize I am worth every effort
He will make to claim me as his----
An abandoned treasure he sought to discover
And love's destiny shall await us
As our new happiness begins.
The Missing Ink
a*k*a "chelle L."
All Rights Reserved ® June 12, 2009
www.myspace.com/justdivinecreations
Taken from INSPIRED VOL.2.
I’m standing out in the open
Arms outstretched in the rain
Pleading with the heavens
“Send that man to find me!”
I’m so tired of being alone.
I want someone who’ll treat me
Just like the Queen I am
Who’ll wait on me hand and foot
Yet one who will know
When to stand firm and make his point
To keep me grounded and humble
Keep me on the straight and narrow
Keep me from falling
And catch me when I stumble.
© 1st January 2008-14:30pm Written by Angela Edgar
WWW.ANGEE.CO.UK All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited.
Lord, where is he???
He engulfs my imagination
My body sways to the beat of his footsteps
And longs to be touched----
By his intellect.
He will respect me as the origin of life
Emanated from God's anointed breath.
With him, there will be no subservience
But rather, willful submission.
I shudder at the thought of hearing him
Because I still believe in fairytales
I recognize I am worth every effort
He will make to claim me as his----
An abandoned treasure he sought to discover
And love's destiny shall await us
As our new happiness begins.
The Missing Ink
a*k*a "chelle L."
All Rights Reserved ® June 12, 2009
www.myspace.com/justdivinecreations
Taken from INSPIRED VOL.2.
