bits and pieces
My dreams have changed
The old compass is lost
Where I used to look for warmth
All that welcomes me is frost
I thought you were beside me
But along the way you got lost
Old projects to which i gave all
Still now increase the cost
I had set out on calm seas
Now upon the waves i am tossed
I thought I'd still have you
But our paths have not crossed
The landscape will soon change
As this journey nears its end
My tired feet and laden soul
Continue round this last bend
All the brambles in my way
Petty worries I will transcend
AND I WILL SLEEP
ON THE WEEKEND!!!!!
lol no that's not how it's going to end, but i've wasted too much time already. this entry was supposed to be a few random phrases representing each of the things that other normal people would write as sentences but, alas, i succumbed to the temptation to turn it into poetry. *sigh* i'll come back and work on it some other time, cause it REALLY needs work, i know.
anyway so who knows if youll even understand what i was trying to say in this entry.
much love,
Andalea
(pronounced "And-ah-leh-ah" lol one of my nicknames you probably didn't know about, and that YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO USE.)
ps. HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY CHUCK!!!!!!!!! even though you will never read this
(to everyone else: he's a friend now in Seattle)
The old compass is lost
Where I used to look for warmth
All that welcomes me is frost
I thought you were beside me
But along the way you got lost
Old projects to which i gave all
Still now increase the cost
I had set out on calm seas
Now upon the waves i am tossed
I thought I'd still have you
But our paths have not crossed
The landscape will soon change
As this journey nears its end
My tired feet and laden soul
Continue round this last bend
All the brambles in my way
Petty worries I will transcend
AND I WILL SLEEP
ON THE WEEKEND!!!!!
lol no that's not how it's going to end, but i've wasted too much time already. this entry was supposed to be a few random phrases representing each of the things that other normal people would write as sentences but, alas, i succumbed to the temptation to turn it into poetry. *sigh* i'll come back and work on it some other time, cause it REALLY needs work, i know.
anyway so who knows if youll even understand what i was trying to say in this entry.
much love,
Andalea
(pronounced "And-ah-leh-ah" lol one of my nicknames you probably didn't know about, and that YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO USE.)
ps. HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY CHUCK!!!!!!!!! even though you will never read this
(to everyone else: he's a friend now in Seattle)