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| I believe that there was only one other time than this that I felt more lonely. My brother is married. He and his wife dated for three years and they finally took the plunge. I know I am only 21, but this event and one other unwitnessable close event makes me feel like I'm going to be unmarried for most of my life. Who can see the qualities that I have to give and who still remains a decent, no - absolutely wonderful, guy? All the gloriously wonderful guys are not attracted to me, remain invisible, or have migrated to Lubbock to study law. I know that time will only make the wine sweeter, but tell that to the growing lump in my throat. Craig, you were wrong about one thing. Chivalry is still alive. I need my Knight in Shining Armor to sweep me away on his steed. Is it so unmanly that a man shows outward affection to his woman? Be aware, the powerful rival still exists. | | |
| There was (and still is) a little item dancing on my heart that I have just recently properly identified.
If you are male, I will only have you for your friendship. In all essence, I will use you for your ability to ward off loneliness. Yes, use.
There will be no chance of any male relationship going any farther than friendship, even though circumstances may suggest further.
I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused all of the decent guys out there.
If you are to try and win my heart, you better be damn good 'cause you have a powerful rival up against you. | | |
| On your mark...
Get Set...
Go! | | |
| The Indian and the Cup of Coffee
The Indian and the Cup of Coffee
Waiting patiently for the crowd to swell
Drink my juice
Live the day to the day’s end
Come in, Chat
Have a cup of
Java, Java, Java
Sugar, honey
Honey, babe?
I am warm and waiting
Steaming, breathing
Drink me
Drink my Joe
Bustle, Bustle, Bustle
In comes the crowd
Lines, Waiting
I am smiling
And the smile has turned genuine
See the wrinkles at my eyes
I will stand here to greet you
I will stand here day in, day out
The Indian and the Cup of Coffee
Waiting patiently for the
Crowd to
Disperse… another night’s
End. | | |
| Let it all out. Rip it out, remove it. Don't be alarmed when the wound begins to bleed. We're so scared to find out what this life's all about, so scared we're gonna lose it, not knowing all along that's exactly what we need.
Today I'll trust You with the confidence of a woman who's never known defeat and tomorrow upon wondering what I did I will stare at You in disbelief.
Oh, inconsistant me, crying out for consistancy.
I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse. If the burden seems too much to bear, the end will justify the pain it took to get us there.
I'll let it be known at times I have shown signs of all my weakness, but somewhere in me there is strength. And You promised me that you believe in time I will defeat this 'cause somewhere in me there is strength.
And today I will trust You with the confidence of a woman who's never known defeat and try my best to just forget that that woman isn't me.
Reach out to me, make my heart brand new. Every beat will be for You. And I know you know You touched my life when You touched this heavy heart and made it light. | | |
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