former you

teenage love queen
you and i are going to be
all things all things to each other
all things all things for ever and ever

idealistic uninhibited former you
do you still know me
idealistic uninhibited former me
do i still know you

sweet boy of my dreams
my breath in morn and eve
thirteen years is a such a long while
thirteen years is no time at all

touch me in the black of night
i find you asleep at my side
reach for me again
i find you again

oh, i still know you
oh, you still know me

Liese! Song!

I'm wrestling with one of those for this topic myself - I've been earwormed with the New Riders of the Purple Sage, goold old NRPS, John Dawson and the boys: "I don't know you, you've been lately on my mind..."

This topic, massively ouchy. But good.

I’ve been online now for almost ten years. Back then, I posted with some of the same people I post with now, but I clung to the fringes of those communities, testing the waters too many times before offering opinions. I was a very good girl, especially for a woman in her mid-twenties. If you blinked you missed me, or at least if you blinked twice. People who were in some of those places the same time may remember someone with the same name as the brash Bitch they now know, but more often than not, it’s like this: ”Oh, you were on Table Talk too? I’m sorry...don’t remember that.” Of course not. Courteous, well-spoken, mainstream vapor trails have that effect on people. “I’ve been through some changes, since.”

All for the good. Re an offline conversation we had , don't take it as a suggestion to change that. (I know you wouldn't anyway, but I don't want you think I would be so hurtful as to suggest it.) Your bluntness is both charming and a survival mechanism. We discussed an exception - but it was a once in a blue moon exception; it would be a shame if you took anything I said to apply more generally than that one instance. And the sad fact is you are still better at tact than I am.

Everything has limits, babe. Not to worry. I just found one, that's all. And, luckily didn't hurt anybody. But it's because I know that my tongue is a weapon that I'm careful with it. It's all fun till somebody loses an eye.

Liese! Song!

Hee. I really enjoy working with the word limit in song form. It makes me so much more aware of what it is, exactly, I'm trying to say. I must say, the drabble community has improved my songwriting outside of the community, too. Good exercise.

Of course, 100 words limitation wreaks a certain amount of havoc with verse/chorus structure, but that's good for me, too.

OK, I actually read TB's as a drabble.

Liese, I've been on a lyric binge for months, which is bizzarro, since it had been easily 20 years since I'd written any at all. But these days, it's all about the music, you know?

Yup, you're pretty immersed in it, it's not too much of a surprise the lyrics are coming.

For me, I've been off & on for a while. Lately it's been more off than on, but I'm thinking there may be some creativity on the horizon. I can feel it tickling the back of my throat.

Also? That wasn't a drabble? I thought it was.

TB's read like a drabble - I kept wondering why he hadn't given it a title.

Beneath the Surface (100 words)

After dinner, while I'm loading the dishwasher, of all things, you come up behind me and place your hand in the small of my back as you thank me for the meal. I close my eyes, and the image hits me: turning around and kissing you until we're both breathless, laying you out right there on the dining room table, using my hands and mouth on you until everyone in the entire apartment complex knows what you sound like in the throes of passion.

If I turn around, will you really see me? Or just what you've come to expect?