The Flowers Were Stars In A Bush
So again still looking for jobs. Please wish me good luck.
Im breeding my dog Chookie too and hopefully ill be able to get more than one puppy out of her. I just hope the day doesnt go by so fast like it always seems to be doing now. I had another dream about andrew.. and it was upsetting and i dearly hope i have less and less dreams about that fuck tard. I havent heard from him im happy to say. Although i wish anthony and i could talk like we used to at least i get to talk to him still. Its funny though, he tries to make me jealous by talking about his new girlfriend. Honestly it does bother me but its for the best that he moves on. We never got a real chance. But im not going to loose hope. It will always be there and i am forever faithful to the dream that still plays in my head of him and i together. Ok well.. here is a poem i wrote while i was at the park at like 8:00 in the morning
She was lying there
Lying sideways
Legs together and hands poised in prayer
She left a note on the streets
With her blood spilt like scattered stars across vacant nights
Her womb upon the sidewalk
She closed her eyes tight to subside shock
Linking fingers with how many times she planned
What hurt the most was saying good-bye to the last dawn
The petals she grasped and the delicate way she held on
Was a signifcant signature
Of a life all but wrong..