I really didn’t have anything to offer this morning so I went through my journals to find something to post.
This was written 13 years ago today.
I definitely have cyclical themes in my world. GD it.
I apparently haven’t learned much in those 13 years. DOH
(At least my writing got better….)
I called you earlier today,
they said you weren’t there.
I said it didn’t matter, my love,
I said I didn’t care.
I think of you with her,
I die a little with each thought.
But you, my love, shall never know
the tears of jealousy I have fought.
You say that you love only me,
I’m yours inside your heart;
So why are you still with her, my love,
and why are we apart?
It’s so unfair to me, I feel,
she holds you in her arms.
But time and time again, my love,
she burns you with her charms.
This was so much easier yesterday,
before she had a name.
The ease with which I wait, my love,
shall never be the same.