Some Things Bear Repeating
My Masterpiece
You were going to be my masterpiece,
every spare moment I spent training
my psyche like a bonsai tree
trimming away any stray branches
of anger or jealousy,
I was meticulous in my reasoning
pruning back any complexities
I caught budding from my thoughts,
shaping my love into perfect simplicity....
I get so tired sometimes,
of my memories.
You were going to be my masterpiece,
every spare moment I spent training
my psyche like a bonsai tree
trimming away any stray branches
of anger or jealousy,
I was meticulous in my reasoning
pruning back any complexities
I caught budding from my thoughts,
shaping my love into perfect simplicity....
I get so tired sometimes,
of my memories.
posted by Sovereign Syre at 4:27 PM
4 Comments:
I like it!! But it makes me think you are sad. Are you sad? Anything I can do to help?
I am a little sad I think, just at the state of affairs with most people. That whole "is everyone fucked up?" thing.
I hate this computer, I had a comment written out & when I hit publish the dang thing went wonky & I lost the frickin thing. Not your problem though, so here is what I had said:
Oh, I'm sorry.
I can't decide if everyone I know is fucked up or if its me. I am the common factor so it is quite possible its me.
I'll listen if you need to talk though.
Hope you don't stay sad long. :^(
You made me feel old when you said Metallica reminded you of the 6th grade! ;^)
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