Effectively effective,
The lesser of evils,
My friend I shall meet you this week
(And next).
You are there for my journey,
Beginning, middle and end,
Yet not the prelude
Nor finale.
A motley collection,
Old, young, cold, warm.
I prefer the company of the old
And cold.
Complaints abound
Of you and your minders.
I never really understood,
You’ve been nice to me.
Yet my friends always turn,
You are no different.
A bad day came,
Then another.
Jokingly slow
I cursed your joy
At my frustration
My boredom.
The next day you were sick,
Cancelled our appointments
When I was already waiting
For you.
Changing and changing,
It made no difference.
I ran and ran,
Though I never ran for you before.
Utterly spent
You have destroyed my faith.
Yet I love you still
As I do all.
About Me
- Cella
- Cella is currently in some far distant corner of the universe (no joke, she can see the actual corner!). Every so often she sends a communication back to Earth and it appears on this blog. No one knows how she does it, but that's the way it happens. With her odd mix of science and artsiness, she continues to do whatever she's doing in that corner of the universe (maybe selling off stars?). [any innacurate facts are purely Cella's fault]
2 comments:
This is disturbingly sad.
You've effectively reached your hand into my chest and ripped my heart out...
Ouch.
But congratulations nonethless...
You've mastered word here = ].
<3Helena
I thought it was GRAND.
It made me laugh though.
Alcohol must have deadened the ripping heart out feeling....
Maybe laughter was an inappropriate response....
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