ahhhhhhhhhh... my angst... from last week or so i so perfectly captured in this piece of poetry... if only i'd found it SOONER!!! i'm over that little bump in the road... but i wanna get this on my blog just in case i revert back to my pissy self...
Wasting time....
It doesn't matter if he is exactly what you want
(He's not ready to want you)
Don't count that he makes your heart pound
(He's not pounding on your door)
Or explain he is just afraid of love
(He isn't loving you)
Expensive vigil.
Clocks are ticking
through months of yearning,
while somewhere,
someone
is searching furiously for you,
dreaming of you,
hungering for you,
waiting for you,
to be free.
I'm really feeling this poem by Corinne Wholeness from the book Reflections From A Woman Alone...
well yeah... i was last week... but phew... GOOD S#!T... |
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