Wednesday, February 16, 2005
I wrote it for him
I have sleepless dreams
He bade me not a good nights rest
I shall remain awake it seems
My soul would have him by my side
My words make that not so
I foul things up most everyday
I don't deserve him this I know
He brings me joy and I him pain
My luck has such run out
He may love me as he says
But my mind is filled with doubt
How can he love a beast like me?
When he is such a gentleman
Why does he not see the worst in me?
The sharpness of my pen
The words I say do pierce him so
He thinks himself inadequate
But it is I who've let him down
I've disapointed him inspite of it
The forgiveness of this charming soul
I dare not ask him for
I would have to grovel at his feet
and show it's him I adore
My life would happily be spent
In the service of this man
To show him of my love
And show how sorry I truly am
I plead with you oh night of horror
As bad as it may seem
Let me lay in deafening silence
And dream my sleepless dream
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
St. Valentines Day
The Saint Valentines Day Massacre
Valentines Day 1929. The plan is to lure "Bugs" Moran and his gang into a death trap by setting up a fake liquor transaction. Then pose as police doing a raid...what a perfect plan...and after at S.M.C. company garage the trap was set. However "Bugs" was late and saw the "police men" go into the garage...so he didn't go in. The seven men who were inside where shot and killed by Tommy guns...after being lined up along the wall they were shot at and killed, and even after they had fallen to the ground dead they stood over them and shot them some more...however "Bugs" lived...they never pinned this on Al Capone....
At least one good thing has come from this day...So happy Valentines day everyone...ejnoy it...What a lousy rotten holiday...I hope you all had a better one then me
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Today is lonely
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Like anyother day
Other then that...I might be getting a job soon. Which I am excited for. I will be happy to get back to work and kind of move on with my life. I will never stop thinking about my mom, or stop missing her. But if I don't move on then I will never be truely happy. She would want it. Daddy called today, it made me wish I lived closer so I could help him. But at the same time I don't know if I can go back into the house right now. Who knows when I'll be able to. It's hard to thinking of looking at the house she decorated and walking past her room knowing she's not there...When I went back for the funeral and I walked in the house I called out to her, to let her know I was there like always...It broke my heart to realize she wasn't there...it hurt me so much. It was like a sharp stabbing pain into my heart. I find the need to call her almost every day...it makes it so hard when I feel like now I need her more then I ever did before.
I love my mom...and I love the man in my life who makes the sun still shine for me. I'm sure there is still a light at the end of the tunnle. I'm sure that all will be as it should be...I know that life moves on...it's just a matter of when...and where it goes


