Post Number: 759
|Posted on Friday, June 13, 2008 - 02:34 pm: |
I said I cried last night, didn't say I died last night. Came through the storm, was alright last night. I cried tears of joy
I wanted to be with them, not in them
A longing for their presence
Had a hole, a role, could have filled it with another star but the part was made for them, others could have pulled it off, everybody would have been paid but that part would have been missing...
Who said it, I didn't. I said they left, to many nights filled with images of them. To many vows broken, the pain, had nothing left in my heart, nothing but disdain for them
What did you read...the paper said divorced, not used, someones unwanted item to be taken for and taken to the resale shop. It said divorced, not nearly new, should say new. Does it say I am not whole, is there an asterisk saying I am missing parts. Where did it say I was void of love, compassion, hope...dreams.
Does divorce strip a man of his manhood. Does divorce imply that a women is love-less, where does it say nuclear waste
I fell down, rolled around, I got up, that road is behind me
My road is in front of me
Read it again, did it say I was a toy to be played with, did it say spin this, use this, anyone can do THIS.
Divorced, read it one more time, I doubt it...I doubt it said without principles, absent of love.
Softness, strong bold convictions are not the sole possessions of newlyweds. If you think so, you got me twisted, convuluted, you got me fucked up...misunderstood!