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Is it too much to say that I’ve cried,
That I’ve broken down
That I swallowed my pride to ask God why
Each day that goes by
You guide me, wrapped in your loving arms
An echo of the warmth that once surrounded us all
You will live on with every breath that we take
Your memory will stay fresh with every beat of our heart
In my heart you will always stay
Forever unmoving in that special place
My Hazelnut Tree
RIP Mirta Oharriz
September 30, 1950 – September 16, 1993
Celtic Zodiac Tree – Hazelnut
So with all these thoughts racing in my head, and the stories dancing around in my imagination, I’ve decided to partner up with a great friend to write our first eBook.
It will be available on Amazon, Google and Smashwords once it’s published.
And I’ll definitely be leaving you guys with a couple of snippets of the story as well as some of my own solo projects!!
So stay tuned for more deets
You’re changing again; to a stranger I’ve never met. A stranger I’d like to forget.
Your changing again, your selfishness is stifling me, your words infuriating me.
I’m changing; to a stranger I wish I’d never met.
A lost soul wandering and hoping for a reprieve, hoping for the day to start a new.
My anger attacking you….
Lies, surrounding me.
Your ignorance is blinding me.
Do you care? Can you notice your lies swirling thick in the air?
I can’t breathe; I can’t bring myself to move not until I hear the truth.
Your words, your actions cut worse than knives, burn worse than the hottest flame.
Your cigarette stained lips.
Deception in the air, your promise ringing in my ears.
Do you even realize you’re doing, you’ve done the one thing you swore you’d never do…
You’re hurting me because it’s convenient for you.
So keep grasping that handful of sand, and let the only solid things you had go…
All for your precious little thrills.
The weather’s changed, and we’ve changed.
It matches the chill in your heart and the ice now in mine….
Just tell me this, was it truly worth it.