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[24 Mar 2004|10:21pm] |
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I love the people that go to my church.
All my friends knew about my surgery today. Granted it wasn't really a big deal and yes everyone one gets it done, but still..... no one called or cared. Not even my boyfriend.
But a few of my choir people from church knew. Their all amazingly sweet.
Because they must of been talking about why I wasn't at choir practice today so one of these sweet old ladys from practice called just to see how it went, and how I was feeling to make sure I was okay.
and she was the only one out of any of my "friends" to call.
It just gave me the warm and fuzzys I guess because I was pretty bummed out about Jo and his lack of giving a damn.
I mean, in my head we're over. Rather it hurts or not. actually, we havn't felt live a couple for a very long time. In fact, he was suppose to come over yesterday to make up for blowing me off last thursday because we've both been so busy they'll be no other times to see him during break. But of course..... same old song and dance. anyway..... I can't even break up with him because he's not around enough for me to do it! Damn him.
anyway.... my point was I love my choir people. *smiles*
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[24 Mar 2004|11:30pm] |
Paint me Pretty
I could love you perfect
But not like this.
Forever gone, it’s myself I miss.
Living in the shadows,
Isn’t where I belong.
But it’s where I stay.
Breathing a lifetime of yesterday.
Faces reflect in crystal like mirrors.
I can see myself, only your not so clear.
Arms wrapped around tight.
I never thought it so easy to say goodbye.
You were always the brave one,
Myself, merely the shadow.
I’m looking for something to lay on.
To drift away awhile.
It’s when I sleep, I can ever escape.
In reality, all I would have to do is leave,
Only these weakened legs don’t have the strength.
I’m not afraid I’ll miss you,
More afraid that I’ll forget.
You were always the artistic one,
I was merely the admirer.
Paint me something to keep.
My last attempt to keep you for a while.
I was never perfect,
Still my intentions were always good.
I was never beautiful,
But I tried so hard for you.
Lock me up,
Throw away the key.
And as you paint in remembrance,
Paint me pretty.
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