Thursday, February 27, 2003

If things were only different
In another place and another time
Funny how we just don’t connect

For some reason she lights my fire
But so does she; and her too !
What do they say; the world is your oyster
Don’t you have to pry open oysters to find the goodness
Or whatever is inside, mushy crap

I’ve stopped hurting and I no longer care
Well I do but not that much
Inside I pretty damn lost, can’t figure it out
But I won’t throw it away
I’ll live for that day
And whatever is wrong with me
I don’t give a rats cause I am thankful
That I am here and I need to be here
That’s why I am here.. to do something
To make a difference

Today I am loopy doopy

Wednesday, February 26, 2003

Here One Minute

Gone The Next

Seems to be the Story of my Fucked up Life at the moment

Tuesday, February 25, 2003

Been Thinking about her abit
And I see her photo and wonder if it all makes sense

I don’t really care what she wants
Does she want me ?
Somehow I doubt it but how good would it have been?

Hindsight is a wonderful thing isn’t it?

Monday, February 24, 2003

Its amazing, to see her happy again. Her glow even over the phone was radiating.
The conversation is never lost, like two long-lost pals. She’s not that thrilled, she wants to feel special; I thought I did that.
But she dances to another beat, while I linger around the fire watching sparks and specs flicker, not taking too much notice.
Sometimes it’s the best way to be.

Young lovers experience this, In two cases she didn’t feel special and She was upset that a special gift never arrived.
In both cases they knew though, that these things are short-lived and talk is cheap.

This is the secret, no more dilly-dally just cut to the chase, a simple ‘I love You’ would suffice, and a few gentle words. How can this be so hard for some?
Words are beautiful and when they are scripted from the heart, makes them even more enjoyable

Sunday, February 23, 2003

She called yesterday; we spoke until she had to go
Things seem out of order, out of wack
But I am re-assured that it’s not the end
It’s a New Chapter SHE said
And it is, depends on what part of the chapter
I really want to cut to the exciting bits
She will make it exciting; I hope so

I miss her already…does she know that
She does, but do I miss her?
I do, don’t know why; I shouldn’t

I am dealing with the ultimate de-tachment