When you put heart heart on the floor and it gets walked on for so long. You decide to get a new plastic heart so it bends and never breaks. And noone can get into it ever ever again. Someone said the Song Ruby Tuesday reminded them of me. I find that histerical since my favorite day of the week is a Tuesday. I was born on a Tuesday at 8:07 am. And I used to get a CD every Tuesday from a boy who always said I was the girl he knew I could be but I always hid it.
I think that is a load of bullshit. Maybe I am the girl He once envisioned. Hell I could be the girl anyone envisions, but what matters is not what you see but what you get. What matters is what happened, But what could happen.
It feels good to feel a tear roll down your face. It is a release, the salt water gently grazes my rosey cheek. My nose stuffs up. The water fills my eyes. The screen blurrs up. But I can breathe better. I know I am alive. I love feeling an emotion and knowing I put a strong force on everything I say and touch. Not everything beautiful is gold. But everything that is gold can be beautiful.
I see myself as a black pearl. they are very rare. Most people like diamonds because they are forever!Why would you want forever? Nothing worth having is there forever. So i will be a black pearl lost down on the bottom of the ocean waiting for someone to find me and open up my shell and find the rare beauty that deceives the ordinary eye.
So Goodbye Ruby Tuesday. Hello there you look cute. Would you like a kiss. I have one up for auction.
I don't want to lie. I can't tell the truth. So it's over.
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