May you always have work for your hands to do. May your pocket hold always a coin or two. May the sun shine bright on your windowpane. May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain. May the hand of a friend always be near you. And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you. I hope you find contentment. Maybe not swiftly, but surely.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Nearly

Nearly, I threw my ring a way.
Then I stopped.
Flashbacks crossed my confused and fumed mind.
It cleared the cloud like a Patronus.
I can't keep blaming my pms.
I want him so bad that it hurts so much inside.
I'm afraid it might suffocate him as much too.
Why do I have to live like this?
Now I remember, I have trust issues.
Don't you recall?
I hate pricks.
And all men are pricks.

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