I feel alone
I have dreams that
I am looking for you
and you don’t come to me
I can see your face
but you are no where around
I don’t know about anything
this emptiness is more
present than you are
You come and look at me
from time to time
please talk
like you used to
My eyes are burning
and I want to cry
because I remember
the words
“I love you”
They were so beautiful
I wish you still love
me,
I miss you
and I feel all alone
Rich boy sits in his room
he looks at me on the screen
he has ideas in his head about
what he could see and I say no
he tells me that I will never see him
again
I don’t shudder
It hurts though because for
four days he has been
texting me and saying
he misses me
I take a deep breath
I am about to be deleted
because the rich boy
has tired of me..
For me, I find I want to talk to men. I never had that attention as a teenager. I was a chubby girl and back in the 80’s that was looked at as almost a defect. I am so glad now that women are told to love themselves. I preach this myself. LOVE YOU NOW…
Anyway, after my hysterectomy so many things changed. I started to love my body and I began to find myself. I realized I liked to dress up. I realized I loved Glamour and fashion. I looked to my idols Liz and Marilyn and I began to model for my facebook and the (pen pal site also known as WACKY TOWN).
I find I need to flirt, but flirting is also born out of insecurity. One would flirt if they were looking for attention and praise which would mean that it was missing from home.
I wish I had a guy who would say “God you are pretty, come here sit on my lap a minute.”
SIGH 🙂
I know you can hear the music playing softly.
Is there any hope after a celeb medium tells you that a person you loved doesn’t give a Rat’s ass about you? Ever since I talked to a well known medium I have been upset. A psychic reading should be uplifting not crushing. I wish I never spoke to the medium who told me someone I loved was a player, never cared, would never come back. I go back and look at photos of his starry eyes staring at me. Can you fake starry eyes? Yes, my marriage is so much better, but since I spoke to this “all knowing and all wise psychic…” It has placed a lot of doubt in my heart.
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Kylee has hung beads over the curtian
because she is a princess
they are pink and purple beads on
a lilac ribbon
she draped them over the curtian
carefully
she lies and tells people
that she doesn’t want to
see Michael
and she stays in the room
she shares with David
she sprays Chanel and opens
the box that holds the letter
Michael wrote and when she reads it
she cries
David comes in from behind
her to remind her where she belongs
and he doesn’t look into her eyes
like he should
she hears Michael in her head
“I swear to god I love you Kylee”
The dance begins and she keeps her
eyes on the beads on the window
it’s easier and passes time
She imagines she is with Michael
that he is eating ice cream
and hugs her it was love for a while
the beads on the window remain still
while she moves
even though she wants to run away
Could we be a couple
is it too weird to even think
could we be like in love or in like
or is this way outta hand?
Do we have any feelings
that you just won’t admit
do you still love me
or am I like money you already
spent?
DO you miss me
and push me away
are you waiting for someone
to come take me away?
Could we be in love again
I wish I could ask you,
but you are too busy
just being you.
ew
Thousands of miles keep me from you
it keeps me from telling you
that I love you
the miles are like snakes and briars
they make me doubt you
and call you a liar
I wish I was there
dressed in black
would that make you want me
back if I was one of your
people
if I was petite and shy
would you love me again
if I was more like you
would I stop being your sin
why don’t you talk to me
when you promised me
love
did you feel good another day
ignoring me
as if I was a dove
that came to perch above your head
you heard me
but you looked down instead….
There is a new energy around me
his smile is wide
he watches me
I don’t know what he thinks
if anything at all
but the new energy around me
I can feel
the water laps at our toes
but would he want to sit
with me at the dock
and talk
A new energy
I have found
but does he want to
be around?
Can someone say that I matter to them
Can someone drop me a note or an email
I am not some ghost drifting
I want to exsist
Can someone fall in love with me
and not leave
and the next time my husband
hurts my feelings I know that
I can turn around and someone is
waiting
am I wrong to wish for this out loud
can someone say something
I am a passionate poet
and people laugh at this
yet I am an old soul
I am holding pearls in my hands
the water from rain comes now
drink from hands darling
Say something…..
I am thinking of that Ricky Martin song she bangs and I have to sorta laugh because he didn’t really want to bang girls. I am also thinking about what I bang is dishes and not enough banging as in washing sadly…I hate to do housework, I will admit it. I am no snow white with the broom and dust pan I would rather be in some tropical location for sure. I need to get up and start taking the girls to the pool. My eyes are so dry and I know this is not my diary it is a blog which is a hobby I believe or a way to express ones thoughts etc. Who wants to read everything I write? I know I can’t sit around and read all day. I am trying to think of things to say but to whom. Dear Prince, do you read me? I miss you in my life.
She bangs , she bangs… then what did the song say I can’t remember! Alas, it is Friday darlings. A day to rejoice isn’t it. I will take the kids to the pool and go get myself a diet coke and try to relax. You may say relax from what do the dishes girl! Later, my loves, later…
hous
margosmischief 