Tag Archive: living

If you got to know me

I think you would like me.

I always try to do the best I can.


That’s why I don’t understand.

Why I am a stranger

In this land.


Maybe it’s because I don’t know

What was on Jay Leno

And only have 1 purse and 3 shoes.


Is it that I know every player

In the Steeler team?

And what a Safety means?


Is it that I know the bible

But am not a Christian

And still know all the quotes you care to mention?


Is it my tattoos?

My big boobs?

My smile?


What is it about me

That you don’t find worth your time?

Do you honestly think, I don’t mind?


I’m told I’m a marshmallow

That I’m too nice

To stop helping strangers without thinking twice.


That I need a shell

I need to pretend

Stop being honest, it just hurts in the end.


Is that why I have 3 friends?

Who won’t answer the phone when I really need them

They who have known me for years on end.


Am I supposed to change who I am?

Learn to pretend?

Grow a new skin?


I just would really like to know

What it is that offends you so

 Maybe then, I could learn to grow






howdy all
I’ve lost the use of my right arm for a couple weeks
so i am currently…well..chickenpecking to type.
yey me! so forgive me if i didn’t comment or just hit the like button
I read ya.
much love,
Heart monitor
oh the wait!
what a mess
don’t they know
it’s not my time yet
I need to live
to be a grandmother!
please my life
do not take.

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