I listen, I feel you.
Urging me toward something.
Moving faster as you guide me,
unknown adventure, mysterious thrills.
Pausing, as my mind gathers.
Tonight, I am firm and rooted.
Tomorrow another day, to fly and let the wind carry me wherever
My still naive youth. So willing to trust, so easy to confuse. Twice as easily hurt. Lock it up, keep it out of the reach of any lights artificial and natural. It won't, it's not who you can be as much as you try.
Love is your rage, your well of sorrows, you radiance of happiness. It is the brass ring that is dangled on a fishing line by the cruel cunt chance. Because the moment you have one, she returns from her stay on someone elses' heart to luck all yours away.
I will endure, rise up off my knees and this salty wet earth. That's what I preach, that's what I must do. Do we ever stop being fools? Perhaps some. But fool I'll always be, for I have hope, and faith in people. Maybe one will be right for me, maybe I won't be a choice out of desperation or the one picked only to be a thought plucked back out of the cart and placed back on the shelf.
So many unknowns..... What do I know?
This night has no wind,
the earth does not whisper.
Nor sing it's beauty.
A good three or four years ago you wanted to "date" me. You'd just gotten out of it with Manny, and were probably courting a few guys lol. I took your words as truth, your feelings as true but misguided. You see even in my impetuous youth I'm pretty sure three years ago I understood you were jumping from guy to guy. Trying to fill a need obviously what 30+ guys
couldn't up untill now. I hope for his sake it stops now. Your plea, and promises were heard but did not weigh against my need to find myself as a man, as a father. So I denied you, I still desired friendship as you seemed to still need a good few. Yet you threw it in my face, I even wrote poetry about you because of my sorrow and your hatred. Never did thank you for being a good temporary muse ;)
I do wonder, did anything you tell me have actual truth other than relating to your name? A game, a joke as you would swat that past away lol. Jokes are funny to most parties. You need a better sense of humor for few laugh at your jokes but you.
This drama I keep seeing is sad. But not entirely unecessary. I'm curious, if you screw this up. Prove to be untrue this time where then do you turn? Who's lover is left to burn and my dear dear madamoiselle will you finally learn?
Funny, looked at old messages I save all bites I get for no reasons other than my own. You blocked me, had yet another love, was to have child perhaps? Yet sent me bites and stalked me and visited my profile daily. Did you fail to move on at the time? Were you curious about a frienddship you threw away? Or just back to bug a man who can sleep soundly at not needing to love you at the end of the day?
Oh Ash I'm untainted, because I denied you. Although we've never talked I like your choice, I like that guy. Don't be stupid, shouldn't mess this up. Then your nine lives would most certainly be up lol.
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Those 9 lives were up for her a long long time ago lol.....you are one of the lucky ones. I have great respect for you and your choice.
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