THE SEA SHE LOVED
I used to dream my life would be
As picture perfect as the sea.
Rolling and waving upon the shore
without a care, I'd worry no more.
Then one day it dawned on me...
My life was nothing like the sea.
The waves did crash and roar with might
I did not fear the end in sight.
Don't follow me take not my hand
Heaven won't crumble like the sand.
I want to ebb as does the tide
My heart is stronger than my pride.
Soon I know that I'll be free
Me as One - with the sea.
The shells belong as does the beach
I am lost and out of reach.
Say a prayer and think of me
While I float within the sea.
I did not plan to be renown
As the lover you let drown.
Perri
I think I got them ole Kozmic Blues again.......
2 comments:
To My Dear, Sweet Cuz,
You can be as happy as you would like...it is an aquired habit.
I used to be mentacidal...meaning I could think myself to death. Or I suffered from mentacidal tendencies...whatever works. It is so not worth it! When all the negative thoughts would come up, I learned to say, "Shut the F_ck up!" or , "I don't know and I don't care." I made up a few good comments to make the thoughts stop.
Just find something else to focus on...your own breathing is a good place to start.
I admire your honesty. When we were growing up, I wanted to be fun, just like I thought you were. I wish we lived closer. I wish that stupid things wouldn't get in the way of Love. :)
That fun girl is still in there...I know it! :) You can uncover all the things in the way and find her again.
Love,
Marnie
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