I thought about you.
I thought about what you were like when you were younger, and the people and experiences that have made you who you are today.
I thought about the glimpses of sweetness and vulnerability that I occasionally see through the cracks in your stone walls.
I wondered what your dreams might be, and what you want in a lover, a husband, and a friend.
I thought about the things that turn you on, and I wondered what others are yet to be discovered.
And I thought about how you deserve to be so happy and content that you wake up every day thinking that you're in a dream.
Then I thought about how my thoughts don’t touch your world at all, and how you never think of me the same way that I think of you. And I realized that I shouldn't be thinking about you as much as I do.
But after that, I thought about you some more.
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"I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung." ~ Rabindranath Tagore
- bard
- A mixture of poet and musician, warrior and philosopher, the bard, having grown weary of trying to find his place in the modern world, retired to the Lonely Bard Inn to contemplate his future. He is often seen drinking or writing alone (a personification of the inn itself), but from time to time he joins in the festivities that are always to be found in the pub. On occasion he even shares a poem or song with the sympathetic patrons, who are usually eager for new forms of amusement.
This made me smile. Yo know, you never can tell...Maggs
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ReplyDeleteThinking is underrated.
ReplyDeleteWow. Lucky person to be thought of with such care. I hope you're pleasantly surprised and she's (?) thinking about you the same way. Someone needs some luck and if it can't be me then it might as well be you ;-)
ReplyDeleteI am thinking she thinks more about you than you realize. Or maybe it's me that thinks more about you than I should or have a right too *S* I miss you...
ReplyDeletethat's how it goes i guess. :)
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