Hi. This is how I am when I first get out of some mornings. My life is very simple, not much to tell. I'm 41 and a mother of three wonderfull children. My oldest is my son , 14 years old and smarter than his teachers ever expected. Hes quiet and sort of on the dark side except he has to much heart. He voulenteers at his school, with kindergardeners who miss school. He helps them get caught up. He really relates to little kids well. My next is my daughter Valisa, shes 12 and too young for this site yet. Not for too long though. When she was just a little girl 6 or so old we had to have her canine teeth filed down, They called it the vampire syndrome. When she smiled she looked like a vampire. She didn't want us to but they were cutting into her bottom lip. Her sister is 11, one year and one week younger. Shes a little spit fire. Very small, but if dynamite comes in small packages, nitro is even smaller, and thats her to a tee. Thats about it. I like good music good food and good company. Nothing special or extrordinary here.
"But first, on earth as Vampire sent,
Thy corpse shall fall from it's tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race,
There from the daughter,sister,wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life."
by: Lord Byron
My Soul is Dark
My soul is dark - Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again:
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence, long;
And now 'tis doomed to know the worst,
And break at once - or yield to song.
by: Lord Byron
