it is hard

it is hard 1.3.15
it is hard to be angry
with a man who calls
to say good night

it is hard not to love
a man who holds my hand
while i fall asleep

it is hard not to want
a man who wakes me
with his arms holding tight

when you are the man
i have called for in my
dreams all these years


Almost 9 months later he’s in California and she’s in New Mexico and it’s hard not to be angry that he found her so disposable. Luckily she’s got a lot to do and isn’t exactly sitting around pining away.

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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