Georgie Porgie pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
You started it, and you finished it
It's funny how things come and go.
How I still can't get you out of my head.
It hurts; maybe stings. But just hardly.
Just enough that I remember, when you come my way.
What is a week? A week in my life, depending on how long I live, could seem like nothing.
It might sound completely insignificant, maybe to you.
But I won't forget it. Hopefully this isn't the last of it.
I'll find closure.
Like Bonnie said, "Oh well, another bus will come by soon enough. They always do."
It's funny how things come and go.
How I still can't get you out of my head.
It hurts; maybe stings. But just hardly.
Just enough that I remember, when you come my way.
What is a week? A week in my life, depending on how long I live, could seem like nothing.
It might sound completely insignificant, maybe to you.
But I won't forget it. Hopefully this isn't the last of it.
I'll find closure.
Like Bonnie said, "Oh well, another bus will come by soon enough. They always do."
It's funny how things come and go.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
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