Nothing Compares to Him


Music down low
And lights are dim
Running my finger around
The wine glass rim

Looking deep into each other's eyes
Eagerly awaiting my midnight surprise
His fingers softly caress my lips
Gently fighting to take a few more sips

Stumbling aimlessly down the hall
Into the bedroom we gently fall
Whispers softly into my ear
All the things I long to hear

Emotions flowing
All the while not knowing

The night is gone
Through the window I see
The dawn
Nothing compares to him
Now he's gone

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I am a single mother to three daughters and am thirty-eight years old. I get my writing and musical abilities from both parents; my father is a drummer. When Prince passed away, I realized how much music and writing has greatly impacted the world, and I had not been using my God-given talents. This compelled me to start writing and drumming seriously. I hope to inspire and touch others in a positve way. When Prince passed, the entire world united and illuminated their cities purple. My inspiration...One person can make a difference.