I Think I’ve Finally Written A Song

I breathe,
I dream,
I make believe . . .
that everything you say is real.
When I look into your face,
you tell me there’s just empty space,
and all you let me do is believe.
I can sense the tears,
falling just like rain,
but all you show me is a shield.
So tell me . . .
Why do you do this to me?
Why do you make me feel so deep?
Love is an illusion,
love is just too steep,
for someone like you to believe.

. . . And I’ve run out of steam. Oh, well. I’ve got a tune, at least. I swear, circumstances in my life do great things for the poetic side of me. And once again, I’m a fool. I was at the flea market over in Matawan, and I saw these two rings. Two aliens. And I bought them. Like I said, I’m a fool. I put way too much affection into possessions. And the better someone knows me, the more they know exactly what possessions I put so much stock into. Oh, on the upside, I got that Tiny Toons game in the mail yesterday. I played it last night, Mike and I both did. After about the sixth try, everything with the roller coaster that Babs is on came back, and I ruled it. Same thing with Hampton’s ride, and Furball’s, and Mike is great with Plucky’s in the bumper cars.

–Notes–

Reminder: someone loves you! [Anonymous Mary]
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Great work, it’s good to vent emotions through poetry, I have stacks of that… this is high calibre stuff, keep at it! And, I care! [Angel Knight]