Pull Yourself Together
All disassembled and a mess. Sometimes that’s what you get, from life, from stress about nothingness. I don’t have it all together, I must confess. So excuse me while I go put the pieces back in place.
All disassembled and a mess. Sometimes that’s what you get, from life, from stress about nothingness. I don’t have it all together, I must confess. So excuse me while I go put the pieces back in place.
What? Sometimes, a girl just wants to wear her favorite scarf, grab a cup of tea, and go shopping. Have a nice day everyone – and stay warm!
Thanks for an amazing year of connection and networking, world! I appreciate you all. May 2014 be sooo good to you. Happy New Year! ¡Feliz Año Nuevo! Bonnie Année! Buon Anno! You May Also Want to Read It Was Nice Living You, 2013
It comes at night and its warmth burns my eyes as it falls it leaves a mark when I no longer hear yours but my own breath. Deep inside no one knows what I’m feeling, this feeling what I’m wishing, this wish, if only it were a dream wake up to new eyes. At night…
Sometimes nothing and no one can lift our spirits. Our inner cheerleader may also go into hiding. But he or she is there, somewhere, and perhaps for respect of your every emotion it has taken a step back. Don’t be discouraged if it doesn’t come right back.
Today I feel like crying because life doesn’t get me because I don’t get life because my emotions are eating me alive. Today I want to cry because I don’t know when to go, I don’t know when to stop. And there’s no clear direction, no clear path. Tell me a story, a happy one…
I could hold your hand while you kiss my face Slowly giving in to temptation. Like last night, come on over and steal a kiss. Forget about the world; just you and me. Make it sweet, make it worthwhile. Two bodies in flame, could be a while. Touch you again kiss passionately through the night….
Wounded heart for sale. It’s stopped believing, but it’s still huge and caring. May fall in love easily, but at times is incapable of loving. It is wounded and it aches, but still beating. Fragile: please treat with care.
Despite your insensitivity, Despite your blatant pride, Despite your disregard for people’s feelings, Despite your incapability to admit your faults, Despite your genuine belief that to you the world should bow, Despite the backstabbing, Despite it all, I think of you today and I miss us.
The sun making its way through the clouds And a cool breeze caresses my face While I chirp away I can almost smell the dew On this peaceful morning.
We’re not perfect Do you ever wonder why we’re holding on to this anger? I haven’t forgotten what we’re fighting for But I’m starting to wonder if it’s worth it anymore. I want the you I used to know back I’m not willing to forget, just willing to forgive Or is it the other way…