Your Inner Child Is Sad
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Meandering,

Rudderless,

Walking,

With out purpose,

Wanting,

The cup of my life,

To get at least a drop.

Watching,

From the side lines,

Of the game,

I am not allowed to play,

Watching old college friends,

Get married,

Have kids,

Even some high school friends,

Go through divorces.

But I still sit,

The work in progress,

Not sure what I want,

What I’m doing,

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Seeing Red

Its that time of years aging,

I go into the store,

Or the mall,

With out a moment of adjustment,

I start seeing red.

Red hearts,

The contain over priced candy,

Red Panties and thongs and other naughty item,

For erotic romps,

That I shall not be privileged,

To partake in,

Red cards,

With loving sayings,

The simply make me want to vomit,

The florist ( Read more... )

This Is My Life, RatedLife:

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The past ( Read more... )

Its time ( Read more... )

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I sit ( Read more... )

I live each day ( Read more... )

You see me ( Read more... )