New beginnings,old times lost, buried ...
forgotten.. undone.
Once there was an ugly
duckling... but I'm not
a vegetarian no more,
So I took her, but in
my mind, she lay
beside me... I fucked
her and she with , my
head. Years decade
my love for her..
Shovel in hand.
Dagger for back
up. We had that
final fling..
I killed the
love I had for
her, you now
know how
I felt. I
often wondered
if I knocked
upon your
door, what
kind of
a reception
I would receive,
did you actually
still care.. I don't..
I have no words
to tell you..
no love I may
dig up.. my
life has got
new meanings
now.
My heart
has mended,
I'm no longer
a mess, I'm
healed, ya know.
I've realised
now that what
was then, needed
to be. I did once
adore you, but
you became
some what
boring to me.
I've moved
on..
And YES,
I have come
out the other
side...smiling.
So why am I
writing this
on my long
lost blog?
Because I
can, I am
now back
in control.
Life treats
me well.
6 comments:
I love being in control.
/Avy
http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com
♥
AVY~ I also like saying no, that gives me great power....
*wink*
Indi
I still want to write poetry on your naked back with a feather quill!
You never fail to amaze me, Indi! You're beauty and strength are boundless. I'm so happy for you!
(((hugs)))
Savvy ~ you could go one better my friend, write the poetry and tattoo it on my naked flesh down my spine... deep deep breath...
Indi
x
nitebyrd ~ I couldn't have got this far without the help of anti depressants!Strength was in me but I had to dig down deep and grab it by it's bolloxs to find my inner peace...
Thank you babe
Indi
xx
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