Another day, another brick. Mortar is a bit salty, and sparse. This was no cask of Amontillado, and no one is being walled in, for certain.
Cause to thine misery I do offer my countenance, as nary a worthy one. Bit back from tongue forevermore the trying note. Twas only I sought most incremental reciprocity, which was too much for my honesty put paid. Gifted instead, he, who places no value in it so much as I would live for those simple three.
This is a blog to write what I really think or feel in. Sometimes, it is gonna be rough, but this is my soul laid bare, not some careful negotiation of feelings.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
About Me
- KM
- I vent, so maybe sometimes I say things that are mean. Bear in mind, if I love you, I ALWAYS will, and that not everything I say when I am venting is truly meant, much less at you.......whoever you may be.
No comments:
Post a Comment