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I know what you can give me, But you don't think it's true, You think there's 100 men, Just lined up in this queue, Can I call you crazy. Can I see your heart.
~*~ It's not like you're a stranger. We're friends, pretty good. But when I saw you, there, today... I got a change of mood. Dressed in a crisp, grey suit. Neck wrapped in a pink silk tie.
Why can't you see me. Come to your senses. See the light. Why can't I tell you. Come to my senses. Stand and fight. Why can't you find me. Why can't you see.
So I explain and I bitch and I moan When will you realise to just leave me alone. If I wanted your input Insight I would ask right. You think I ignore you just to play games.
The things i do to keep the peace. Cleaning out cooker all covered in grease. But at least it will give me a free day tomorrow. Instead of tonight hearing her tales of housework sorrow.
I just have too much to say, These thoughts are certainly here to stay, I'm sure they ain't going away, They come by night, they come by day, They pour onto the screen, doing things their own...
Hmm.... What's that grumbling noise i'm starting to hear. I think i'm feeling rather hungry or so it would appear. My tummy is telling me that it's time for me to have a snack.
At first, it's amazing. You feel like you can conquer the world, befriend your worst enemy, be the most patient, understanding, compassionate person there could ever be.
If animals could talk I wonder how they would sound. They could be spy's for us and tell us what they found. They could tell us if something is wrong or if they are feeling sick.
All you do is nag, nag, nag and all you do is groan, groan, groan... Do you ever hear yourself moan, moan, moan. It's early in the morning so can you please change your tone.
I'm sorry for my imperfections. I'm sorry for being weird. I'm sorry for being stupid. I'm sorry for being awkward. I'm sorry for crying. I'm sorry for being sensitive. I'm sorry for my mistakes.
Why are you telling me to let my phone be. Can you not see I am happy this way?. I have nothing to do you see!. Yet you want me to do other stuff than this for a day!. Mom, I want to write.
You can have her, I said it was okay, We agreed that things Would be this way, I never did trust you, It's just as well, I don't care what you do, Just don't pretend, Tell me, to my face, Who do you...
I tried talking to my dog, It didn't go quite well; I looked really rather silly Though I really couldn't tell.
Please remember me I need you to know about how I feel and about what I feel. Even I don't know what I feel but it's something. Please please please stop this. Stop all of it for the sake of everyone.
#Household Hmm... Dust, I bet you have a most interesting story to tell. About the place where you came from and about where you fell. A strange poem I'm writing about i'm sure you'll see.
I'm happy average. People say to me what to think how to treat others and what's wrong, what's right. My thoughts break free, the emperor is naked, that lady is fat, he is a nerd, you stink.
Another thirteen hour day This working life's a bore I know I need the money But sometimes I need more Another day with sinus blocked Just cannot get clear The sneezing, then, is in the post All day...
Time to tame the monkey mind again as I'm looking in your eyes. Your mouth is moving yet I find it oddly soothing to live inside my mind. The topic you alight upon was interesting before.
I can't eat another bite. I'm full right to my crust. If I try to fit any more in, I think that I might bust. But I hate to leave it there, Just laying on the plate. I don't want to see it wasted.
Lacklustre days filled with erratic rain that stain my clothes. What today and tomorrow holds, I already know. I'm on a train to somewhere, for reasons unknown. On a crowded carriage I'm on my own.
To me waiting rooms are purgatory. The space where nobody really knows how to react so we just sit quietly and wait. I have a thing about silence.
I always want... A kiss and cuddle. I always feel... My life's a muddle. I always say... That I care. I always see... Nobody there. I always taste... Bitter sweet. I always land... On my feet.
The iron kettle rang on the stove, sending whistles through my ear. In the whistle went through my left ear and came out of my right. Nothing stopped it. My mind is empty.