My dear sweet man...
My dear sweet man.
He is so gental to the touch
And sweet to the taste.
But Im so sour to him
He dosent deserve my sourness.
He is so faithful to me.
But there are many secrets I hide.
Secrets Im afraid might make him hide.
Once he gave me a chance.
A chance to tell all that is within.
But I stayed quite
And kept my secrets silent.
Afraid of losing, my dear sweet man.
Dedicated to: my dear sweet D.W. (you know who you are)
He is so gental to the touch
And sweet to the taste.
But Im so sour to him
He dosent deserve my sourness.
He is so faithful to me.
But there are many secrets I hide.
Secrets Im afraid might make him hide.
Once he gave me a chance.
A chance to tell all that is within.
But I stayed quite
And kept my secrets silent.
Afraid of losing, my dear sweet man.
Dedicated to: my dear sweet D.W. (you know who you are)
posted by Simply Jolene at 6:52 AM
2 Comments:
Im sitting here day after day sometimes doing home work, sometimes on facebook and other times just looking at my fantasy football stats and I start wondering what is "life" all about... I mean what am I here to do, why am I so different than the other 250,000 million people in the US... the Billions in the world!
And now that i think about it existence is a lonely existence. At the end of the day, we are all alone. CAn anyone truly understand what it is to be me(you), to experience all the things I (you) have experienced, to understand my (your) joys and happiness, your pains and sorrows? Surely we can talk to other people about how we feel, we can drow pictures, we can play music, but all this is is an attempt to communicate ultimately leaves something behind. We cannot always get our feelings, ideas, or experiences across exactly. There is a painful reality that ultimately we are alone, by ourselves, and ultimately lonely.
Can it be? That this is all there is? there are so many thoughts running through my mnid that i hurts to even blink while i spill out feelings into a materialistic machine that wont judge if i go to Heaven Hell... or in that fact even to tell me of there is or not. This time next year I will be running my own life... and how am i going to live a life I dont understand?
Ricky
I told you i write too... tell me what ya think.
Aww Ricky thats really good.
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