lafemmegigi

I have been telling myself - and anyone who will listen - that I never want to marry again. This much I believe to be true. But this is the reason why, I think: I don't ever want to get stuck in another messy marriage. But I do want to be in love.

I'm very tired of falling in love. I'st a very lonely thing when the object of your affection isn't 'in' love. If I could eat, drink, and live that feeling I would. I think it's the feeling of security boiled down with lust and respect that makes love for me.

So yeah. Feeling blue again! lol

me


Palette

Yellow is a colour I could never wear
Something about my skin? My hair?
Something in my blood, perhaps?
Strength that traversed many maps?
Herald of the weak and fair
Yellow I could never wear!

Red is the colour my heart must bear!
For life and love take comfort there.
Red is bold and tells its tale
On lips, on Virgins first impale.
Brazen scarlet I do wear
To compliment this wanton pair.

Black is depth in darkened timeless end
Like winter gardens left to tend.
Space so vast, but matter lacks -
How infinite this boundless tract!
And when I find my red cloak rended
I shall wear black til Heaven-mended.