Not Going to School Today
For some reason the day after the Nutcracker I always feel like crap. Not because I'm tired...because I'm actually not really tired, but just emotionally. I don't know why and I hate it. I need to keep myself extremely busy so I just don't think about it.
So in a (sucessful) attempt to keep myself busy for the past 10 minutes, I have read Jessi's LJ and written another line of my poetry. Here's what I have so far. It's actually supposed to be a song but since I have no musical abilities it will stay a poem for now.
Let Go
Wake up, child, from your slumber,
It does no good to dream,
Wake up, honey, I'm starting to wonder,
If regret will become your theme.
Wake up, child, he's not for you,
He's got his eyes set on another,
Wake up, baby, it's not what you knew,
Your are the only eyes filled with wonder.
Wake up, child, you're only sleeping,
He'll never love you that way,
Let go of this dream that you've been keeping,
Let go, let go, let go.
Wake up, child, prepare to be let down,
It's crazy the way you stare
Wake up, dear, and realize his frown,
Hold on, I know it's not fair.
Wake up, child, stop this reverie,
Let go of this foolish wish,
Wake up, love, this isn't the way it should be,
There was no passion in his kiss.
I'm not particularlly happy with the last stanza, but it'll have to do for now.
Now I'm off to knit and watch Gone With the Wind.
That last sentance made me sound awfully like a granny. I swear I'm not.
So in a (sucessful) attempt to keep myself busy for the past 10 minutes, I have read Jessi's LJ and written another line of my poetry. Here's what I have so far. It's actually supposed to be a song but since I have no musical abilities it will stay a poem for now.
Let Go
Wake up, child, from your slumber,
It does no good to dream,
Wake up, honey, I'm starting to wonder,
If regret will become your theme.
Wake up, child, he's not for you,
He's got his eyes set on another,
Wake up, baby, it's not what you knew,
Your are the only eyes filled with wonder.
Wake up, child, you're only sleeping,
He'll never love you that way,
Let go of this dream that you've been keeping,
Let go, let go, let go.
Wake up, child, prepare to be let down,
It's crazy the way you stare
Wake up, dear, and realize his frown,
Hold on, I know it's not fair.
Wake up, child, stop this reverie,
Let go of this foolish wish,
Wake up, love, this isn't the way it should be,
There was no passion in his kiss.
I'm not particularlly happy with the last stanza, but it'll have to do for now.
Now I'm off to knit and watch Gone With the Wind.
That last sentance made me sound awfully like a granny. I swear I'm not.