Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter's liquid
But your body's pine
You love all sailors
But hate the beach
You say "Come touch me"
But you're always out of reach
In the dark you tell me of a flower
that only blooms in the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back`s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
and hot-house grapes
You breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
Tired....oh sooooo tired. Insomnia is returning. I am tired and lay on the couch and stare up at the ceiling. Listen to music and it makes me think. How can one be lonely surrounded with people?
I got to see two of my BFF's last night. I was happy. Todd makes me smile and laugh till I pee myself. We celebrated my daughters 9th birthday... wow....9 years. I remember like it was yesterday holding her in one arm, she was my little peanut, and she still is. Tiny for her age.
Someone bought my coffee and muffin for me this morning. I was in the Tim Hortons drive thru and went to pay and they told me the lady in front of me paid. I have NEVER had anyone do anything remotely nice before so I was staring at the workers like they were totally crazy. They were like, "its the christmas spirit". Apparently. It made my morning though, after a rough night of no sleep, and deviant dreams.
I also came to notice I have not had a single drop of alcohol in like 3 months. That is some kind of record for me. I am not trying to stop drinking, I just haven't wanted to, which leads me to believe I am really sick or something. I love wine and that feeling of total oblivion when you finally collapse into bed and the sleep that follows a drunken evening.
I need some inspiration... tell me your love story or your life story...I am not picky.
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter's liquid
But your body's pine
You love all sailors
But hate the beach
You say "Come touch me"
But you're always out of reach
In the dark you tell me of a flower
that only blooms in the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back`s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
and hot-house grapes
You breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
Tired....oh sooooo tired. Insomnia is returning. I am tired and lay on the couch and stare up at the ceiling. Listen to music and it makes me think. How can one be lonely surrounded with people?
I got to see two of my BFF's last night. I was happy. Todd makes me smile and laugh till I pee myself. We celebrated my daughters 9th birthday... wow....9 years. I remember like it was yesterday holding her in one arm, she was my little peanut, and she still is. Tiny for her age.
Someone bought my coffee and muffin for me this morning. I was in the Tim Hortons drive thru and went to pay and they told me the lady in front of me paid. I have NEVER had anyone do anything remotely nice before so I was staring at the workers like they were totally crazy. They were like, "its the christmas spirit". Apparently. It made my morning though, after a rough night of no sleep, and deviant dreams.
I also came to notice I have not had a single drop of alcohol in like 3 months. That is some kind of record for me. I am not trying to stop drinking, I just haven't wanted to, which leads me to believe I am really sick or something. I love wine and that feeling of total oblivion when you finally collapse into bed and the sleep that follows a drunken evening.
I need some inspiration... tell me your love story or your life story...I am not picky.
and i'll have to get back to you on the love story, I'll have to type it out or something haha