Lifes time…

 

High time flies by

in wasted minutes.

A blur was yesterday.

Today will vanish into air

Tomorrow is already here.

 

 

 

 

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Mood swings…

   An emotional pendulum.

   Swinging high.

   Swinging low.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Think smart…

And so begins my week of disgrace.

My crime?

Too opinionated.

This is the point where I feel like really

(getting smart)

speaking my opinion.

I guess I’m finally learning

to shut my mouth though.

 

 

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The Mulberry bush…

 

Around and around we go, stuck on the same song.

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Things coast along nicely for a week or two,

then you back off me, suddenly.

For the next few weeks, your visits are far and few between,

and always well after midnight…

I don’t hear from you at all, outside of odd booty calls.

I begin to feel hurt and angry.

It bothers me to the point of misery,

so I decide it’s time I let go of you.

But as I reach my breaking point,

you turn on your charm…

You have time for me.

I feel attractive to you.

I feel wanted, loved and important.

I let my guard down.

Things coast along nicely for a week or two…

 

And around we go,  stuck on the same song.

Actions speak louder than words…

You keep saying that you love me,

but I don’t want to hear those words from you…  

   

I want to feel them. 

 

I can’t help but wonder…

Do you like knowing that I’m stuck here?

Do you like it that I miss you?

Do you like to keep me waiting for you?

Do you like my loneliness?    Do you even notice it?

Do you think about me after you leave?

Do you miss me?

Do you go out of your way to make time for me?

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