THE WAIT IS OVER.

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Dear Readers:
“The Waiting Game” details the relationship myths that women hear about through the generations. Women are taught that men are not attracted to strong women, and that a woman’s primary role in society is to get the man and keep him interested. Women have to follow the rules of the game to be successful. Rule one, use prime bait. Rule two, catch the man. Rule three, keep the man no matter what characteristics he possesses. Any rules after that- the men play the rest of the game. Therefore, if this task is not completed—we fail as women.

Read this and:
Let Your Reminiscence Unfold
Enjoy,
J. R. Floyd

ON AMAZON.COM

Photos taken by aahman_-2

THE WAIT IS OVER.

TWG Cover

Dear Readers:
“The Waiting Game” details the relationship myths that women hear about through the generations. Women are taught that men are not attracted to strong women, and that a woman’s primary role in society is to get the man and keep him interested. Women have to follow the rules of the game to be successful. Rule one, use prime bait. Rule two, catch the man. Rule three, keep the man no matter what characteristics he possesses. Any rules after that- the men play the rest of the game. Therefore, if this task is not completed—we fail as women.

Read this and:
Let Your Reminiscence Unfold
Enjoy,
J. R. Floyd

ON AMAZON.COM

Photos taken by aahman_-2

As I Wait

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As I Wait

As the sun is setting beneath the earth and the wind returns to embrace my soul,

I shall grow old and die here as I wait for your return.

Nights so dark, long and empty, a new day bright, airy and lonely.

The dew lost its moisture, the flowers their scent, gone is the absence of

Your crispy breath that once blew upon them.

Sorrow abides within me rooted, grounded, growing into a sharp aching everlasting pain.

I do what I must to live through each moment.

Will death come to me before my eyes sweep past your face? Before my lips drink life from

Yours again. So many riddles to solve.

The rainbow the color of your hair, has not appeared since you’ve

Been gone.

Chills creep into my bones yearning for your warm touch.

Time should stand still and wait for you as I do.