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Yesterday (today) was Sunday.
Sundays are always bad.
(“Bloody,” as they have been aptly described.)
The full moon is Wednesday.
Full moons are always bad.
(Ask Lon Chaney.)
Friday is Good Friday
and, 30 miles from Rome,
the vibrations of all those mourning
worshippers will make it bad.
Sunday is Easter–but it’s also
Sunday,
and Sundays are always bad.”
Please let me out
I’M SCARED
Move in with something, then i’ll earn my trust
Maybe they’re scratching the walls, to be ours
I think i’ve been waiting for this all my life
Flourish the kisses like foes in the dark
Without your love, I’m getting somewhere
MAYBE ONE DAY MY HEART WILL LEARN
AFTER ALL HOW MANY WAYS CAN
YOU BREAK IT AND STILL EXPECT IT TO WORK
I love hard, it’s criminal
But you’re the criminal.
The one that lied and stole,
The one that came and left.
I wish I could arrest you (or have you beaten),
Like the old days
But in your mind, you did nothing wrong.
I hope one day,
It all catches up with you
So bad – that you wish that you were in prison instead.
” I always tell the girls, never take it seriously, if ya never take it seriously ya never get hurt, ya never get hurt, ya always have fun, and if you ever get lonely, just go to the record store and visit your friends.”
Wouldn’t this be nice? If we could truly accomplish this? Not even Penny Lane could, though she tried.
The night I had last night was interesting. I had an opportunity to see my ex of not even a month ago, with a new chick in the same seat i used to sit, with him as happy as can be as if he never skipped a beat.
WTF?
Really?
You couldn’t pretend to not be so fucking happy?
Or you couldn’t just let me be and not tug my arm as if I owe you a HELLO. I owe you a FUCK OFF.
But I didn’t, I’ve been trying real hard to be ‘indifferent’ even though I fantasize that he didn’t really leave. I tell myself that to help me fall asleep at night. SAD
This is why I started this blog, to get the anger out.
Because frankly, it’s not attractive. I am far too beautiful of a soul to waste my time on anger.
So thanks, WORDPRESS, you let me & my anger shine for the time being.
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