Saturday, May 5, 2007
What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
Passion dies
After a while.
I don’t know why or how, but it dies.
Nothing else grows but the algae in my guppies’ home
After a while.
I get so frustrated, coz it dies
Nothing else is louder than my groan
After a while.
I get so angry with myself, when it dies
Nothing else is rising but the anger in my tone
After a while.
No matter how people try, it’s never revived
Nothing else is present but a miserable soul
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Sunshine:
You are not alone. SIGH
From,
you know who i am
sweetheart,
everything changes. nothing is constant. so remember that this tough time will also pass. when it does, you can paint rainbows and sing in the sun. and i'll be there waiting with water colours and lyrics =)
you have a lot more in your life going for you than to let this dang four-letter word affect you.
chins up darling.
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