Suzanne LeslieBailey Biography

I give you my heart
But you keep ripping it apart
I give you my trust
Yet you treat me so unjust
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Like the yellow-yolk sun that shines ever so brightly
Breaking the cold and dreary period of winter
Melting the white carpet of snow
Wrapping us snugly in its warmth
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When nightfall casts its dark eerie shadow
And slowly caresses our eyelids shut
Images play upon our closed minds
Sometimes good, sometimes not
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Like the rhythmic sensuous sounds of a drum
My heart beats for you
Beats leaping with fervent excitement
At the mere shadow of your face
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I reached for the key in the pocket of my heart
To unlock a door closed from peering eyes and wondering “whys? ”
Clenched in my fist is the key
That will break down a barrier mounted for my protection
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