14 June 2012

Sometimes I sit and wonder why,

I let so many hours pass me by,

I should be productive, creative and smart,

And make myself a nice new piece of art.

The jewellery I make is so petite and pretty,

If only I had a sales head, what a pity..

So many things in my little head,

As I toss, turn and think while in bed,

The opportunities that come and go every day,

If only I knew how to take them I say,

Around me people move on with their life,

While I struggle and dream of being someone's wife,

So much to give and little returns,

I work my arse off and hardly earn,

I need a new place where I will be content,

So please bring me something that's heaven sent.

CindersRamblings • Opuss № I