nice'n'easy...steady but firm...
lalala, i was going to wait until later tonight to post, yet my beautiful roy has very coyly demanded that I do it now..lol
I've become addicted to Bright Eyes, (also Roys doing), and hence the uber long lyrics found at the end of this post.
As for Mr. Wonderful, for some reason today was the worst, being my only real friends, (that i can talk to about it) I have told Jen and Elisa and Jen asked me about the situation this morning causing my mind to wander through one of my infamous "What if" think tanks....which i truly hate
I just wish that i could say something, but i cherish what we have now to much to jepordize it.
I really miss "wheel of fortune", (roy) as nerdy as it sounds, it was to an extent really fun.
Tomorrow I look forward to Friday the 13th for hours and the probability of Jen burning my face..lol
I have so much homework and haven't even thought about any of it yet...I wish to not think of it at all..but anywho, I will be leaving for the evening...
Love always to all who read, (that being all of two of you)
....me....
The phone slips from a loose grip. Words were missed then some apology like I didn’t want to
tell you this it’s just some guys she has been hanging out with oh I don’t know the past couple
of weeks I guess. Thank you and hang up the phone. Let the funeral start. Hear the casket
close. Let’s pin split-black ribbon onto your overcoat. Still laughter pours from under doors in this
house. I don’t understand that sound no more. It seems artificial like a T.V. set. Haligh, Haligh,
Haligh, Haligh this weight it must be satisfied. You offer only one reply. You know not what you
do. But you tear and tear your hair from roots. From that same head you have twice removed a
lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die. Well ha ha ha. But I remember
everything the words we spoke on freezing South street. And all those morning watching you
get ready for school. You combed your hair inside that mirror. The one you painted blue and
glued with jewelry tears. Something about those bright colors always made you feel better. So
now we speak with ruined tongues and the words we say aren’t’ meant for anyone. It’s just a
mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance, but there was once you said you hated my
suffering and you understood and you’d take care of me. You would always be there, well where
are you now? Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, the plans were never finalized but left to hang like
yarn and twice dangling before my eyes. As you tear and tear your hair from roots, from that
same head that you have twice removed a lock of hair you said would prove that our love would
never die. As I sing and sing of awful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings as my fingers
press onto the strings you get another clumsy chord. Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie. This weight will
now be satisfied. I will give you only one reply, I know not who I am but I talk in the mirror to the
stranger that appears. Our conversations are circles and always one sided, nothing is clear.
Except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack. He says the choices were given and
now I must live them or just not live, but do you want that?
I've become addicted to Bright Eyes, (also Roys doing), and hence the uber long lyrics found at the end of this post.
As for Mr. Wonderful, for some reason today was the worst, being my only real friends, (that i can talk to about it) I have told Jen and Elisa and Jen asked me about the situation this morning causing my mind to wander through one of my infamous "What if" think tanks....which i truly hate
I just wish that i could say something, but i cherish what we have now to much to jepordize it.
I really miss "wheel of fortune", (roy) as nerdy as it sounds, it was to an extent really fun.
Tomorrow I look forward to Friday the 13th for hours and the probability of Jen burning my face..lol
I have so much homework and haven't even thought about any of it yet...I wish to not think of it at all..but anywho, I will be leaving for the evening...
Love always to all who read, (that being all of two of you)
....me....
The phone slips from a loose grip. Words were missed then some apology like I didn’t want to
tell you this it’s just some guys she has been hanging out with oh I don’t know the past couple
of weeks I guess. Thank you and hang up the phone. Let the funeral start. Hear the casket
close. Let’s pin split-black ribbon onto your overcoat. Still laughter pours from under doors in this
house. I don’t understand that sound no more. It seems artificial like a T.V. set. Haligh, Haligh,
Haligh, Haligh this weight it must be satisfied. You offer only one reply. You know not what you
do. But you tear and tear your hair from roots. From that same head you have twice removed a
lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die. Well ha ha ha. But I remember
everything the words we spoke on freezing South street. And all those morning watching you
get ready for school. You combed your hair inside that mirror. The one you painted blue and
glued with jewelry tears. Something about those bright colors always made you feel better. So
now we speak with ruined tongues and the words we say aren’t’ meant for anyone. It’s just a
mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance, but there was once you said you hated my
suffering and you understood and you’d take care of me. You would always be there, well where
are you now? Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, the plans were never finalized but left to hang like
yarn and twice dangling before my eyes. As you tear and tear your hair from roots, from that
same head that you have twice removed a lock of hair you said would prove that our love would
never die. As I sing and sing of awful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings as my fingers
press onto the strings you get another clumsy chord. Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie. This weight will
now be satisfied. I will give you only one reply, I know not who I am but I talk in the mirror to the
stranger that appears. Our conversations are circles and always one sided, nothing is clear.
Except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack. He says the choices were given and
now I must live them or just not live, but do you want that?