More writing done. Still can't work on the stories that I have ideas. No idea why, but I get as far as an opening and it drops off. They'll come eventually.
She's heartbroken/Tears dot her eyes/As she stares up into the evening sky
She wants someone she can count on/She misses love/She hopes she'll never cry
By the man's words again/But she knows/That'll she'll fall for another guy
Who'll love her for a time/Who'll make her feel good/But will make her cry
Once he's done/Once he's moved on/She'll go for another try
Hoping the next time/She invites him in/He'll be the one to stay
He'll see her as the beauty she is/He'll love her forever/But not today
No clue where that came from.
She's heartbroken/Tears dot her eyes/As she stares up into the evening sky
She wants someone she can count on/She misses love/She hopes she'll never cry
By the man's words again/But she knows/That'll she'll fall for another guy
Who'll love her for a time/Who'll make her feel good/But will make her cry
Once he's done/Once he's moved on/She'll go for another try
Hoping the next time/She invites him in/He'll be the one to stay
He'll see her as the beauty she is/He'll love her forever/But not today
No clue where that came from.
So yeah. It's a damn Greek Tragedy.
I hit the gym for the first time next week. I need to get in shape and add some bulk. I'm too skinny and well too out of shape.
I hit the gym for the first time next week. I need to get in shape and add some bulk. I'm too skinny and well too out of shape.
Damn cluster headaches ruined my day. Atleast I got some stuff done this morning before my head started pounding horribly. I still need to find a new job or someone to take over this place. But I can feel things starting to turn for the better. I'm not sure when, but I can feel it.
The words behind the words are the key to everything. I think I know the truth or atleast some of it. It's the words that are said that aren't actually said.
I knew a girl named Marie, once upon a time. We met when we were kids after her dark days, and during my dark times. I was knee deep into toxic experimentation. She was bruised, battered, and scarred from the horrors of her past. We both found comfort in each other's arms, and in the comfort that their was two people in the world, who were as lost as we were at that moment. Within our embrace we found a peace of sorts that dampened out the noise of the outside world, and a peace that I have yet to find in another. Together we were one, and together we could fight anything else the world would throw at us. And we did with valiant that is normally reserved for those old folk heroes of long ago wars. We may have lost that battle, but our war was from over.
Fate has always been a strange bedfellow. We ran into each other on a sunny day in the spring years later. She was the same beauty then as she had been years ago. I swear I fell in love with her again at that very moment. Our hearts were attached to others at the time. However fate would once again step in a few months later. Marie always knew when I was in trouble. She always knew when I needed her the most. She came to my door one night at my lowest point in a long time. Her embrace brought those butterflies. Her smile brought back happier memories. The light in her eyes told me that everything would be ok. For the first time in years, I felt the sweet taste of her lips and the warmth of her breath on my skin. For a moment, I felt like I was home. For a moment, everything was going to work. Once again, we lost the battle.
One year later, and we meet again. I told her things that I had been thinking for ages. I told her things that were sitting in my heart for years. I wanted to be the man, that she deserved. But once again, it was not meant to be. The battle was lost to past demons.
Years pass, and things change. One thing that remained the same was my love for Marie. Her ghost occupied my thoughts and dreams. Lovers came and went, yet she remained. No one could ever replace my dear Marie. Then fate came knocking with a gift out of nowhere. The gift was my dear Marie still looking as beautiful as ever. Her very presence lit up my insides like the fourth of July. I had to fight the urge to grab her and take her away from that place. Months later, I'd get my chance. This time I said, I'd never leave her, nor would I ever forsake her. The love of my life, my soulmate, and my best friend was finally mine again. We held one another tighter than before. We finally thought that this time, we would get married, have some kids, grow old, and die together. We made it through the good times and the bad times. Our love was stronger than ever for years. Once again though the battle took a turn for the worse. I lost sight of what my dear Marie meant to me and how much she meant to me. I lost sight of just how beautiful she was to me. On a stormy night, my dear Marie left. I thought maybe I could retrieve her with some words and some promises. Even though the words are true and the promises are as well. This was not enough to keep the heart of my dear Marie. She has left and yet another battle has been lost.
I'm unsure if I will ever have my dear Marie back in my arms. In my dreams, she's still here with me. I can still feel her, and they tell me not to give up hope. My dreams tell me that one day, Marie will return, and we will pick up just like it was yesterday except it will be much better. Except next time the battles will not be lost, and the war shall be won.
Fate has always been a strange bedfellow. We ran into each other on a sunny day in the spring years later. She was the same beauty then as she had been years ago. I swear I fell in love with her again at that very moment. Our hearts were attached to others at the time. However fate would once again step in a few months later. Marie always knew when I was in trouble. She always knew when I needed her the most. She came to my door one night at my lowest point in a long time. Her embrace brought those butterflies. Her smile brought back happier memories. The light in her eyes told me that everything would be ok. For the first time in years, I felt the sweet taste of her lips and the warmth of her breath on my skin. For a moment, I felt like I was home. For a moment, everything was going to work. Once again, we lost the battle.
One year later, and we meet again. I told her things that I had been thinking for ages. I told her things that were sitting in my heart for years. I wanted to be the man, that she deserved. But once again, it was not meant to be. The battle was lost to past demons.
Years pass, and things change. One thing that remained the same was my love for Marie. Her ghost occupied my thoughts and dreams. Lovers came and went, yet she remained. No one could ever replace my dear Marie. Then fate came knocking with a gift out of nowhere. The gift was my dear Marie still looking as beautiful as ever. Her very presence lit up my insides like the fourth of July. I had to fight the urge to grab her and take her away from that place. Months later, I'd get my chance. This time I said, I'd never leave her, nor would I ever forsake her. The love of my life, my soulmate, and my best friend was finally mine again. We held one another tighter than before. We finally thought that this time, we would get married, have some kids, grow old, and die together. We made it through the good times and the bad times. Our love was stronger than ever for years. Once again though the battle took a turn for the worse. I lost sight of what my dear Marie meant to me and how much she meant to me. I lost sight of just how beautiful she was to me. On a stormy night, my dear Marie left. I thought maybe I could retrieve her with some words and some promises. Even though the words are true and the promises are as well. This was not enough to keep the heart of my dear Marie. She has left and yet another battle has been lost.
I'm unsure if I will ever have my dear Marie back in my arms. In my dreams, she's still here with me. I can still feel her, and they tell me not to give up hope. My dreams tell me that one day, Marie will return, and we will pick up just like it was yesterday except it will be much better. Except next time the battles will not be lost, and the war shall be won.
I don't like my last blog. It bothers me. I'm trying to stay positive. What will be, will be. You never know what or who will come into your life on a daily basis.
