“Stop crying,” He said, in between my torrent sobs.
…please believe me…
“Aww…don’t cry……”
…I’ll never do you no harm…
I couldn’t help it; it’s my nature to feel it all after all. To empathize, both for myself and the other and every other context imaginable. It was a sorrowful event in a blessing in disguise.
Honesty, such an elusive concept in its purest form.
…Believe me when I tell you…
“…people do stupid things….”
…I’ll never do you no harm…
I will never forget that comfort in his voice, if I can help it.
For the first time in my life, I can make a promise I can give my all to keep forever.
And I’m proud of that.
~
A poem for my lover
That will be left unsaid
For two hearts that speak
As one without the other
will you ever be coming back to bodohland?
bodicea: Why, yes, of course.
I want to, at least.
wonderful! i think bodohland needs a buddha.
bodicea: It had a buddha in the making; it didn’t appreciate her enough.
I may or may not decide to reside there.
haha, how apt for bodohland to be called bodohland then. i think you’re amusing. weird but amusing.
bodicea: You’re “normal.” “Weird” people don’t usually find “weird” people “weird.”
ppl tend to think of the term ‘weird’ in a negative sense. i think you should check the definition of ‘weird’ again. the fact that you just said what you said makes you normal because you’re calling yourself ‘weird’ too
hahaha
come on admit it, being weird is not at all a bad thing. who cares what i think? you shouldn’t. your blog’s really wonderful to read though. i did not mean to offend you if offended is what you are.
nevermind me i’m just passing through. have a great day and good luck with the blog
bodicea: Can you tell me how did I seem “to think of the term ‘weird’ in a negative sense?”
I merely stated it all in irony, that is all. I apologize if I confused you, though, I think you need to chill out more, man. Lol.