A dusty book

posted March 21st, 2017 at 3:57 PM

You have me growing worry lines. You make my pillow damp with daytime tears. The same old vices just wont cut it because the day is coming near. The day you will walk toward her down an isle of flowers while I become a statistic. A story you never tell.

8 Comments

heh

Mar 21, 2017 at 4:21pm

aisle. isle is an island.

a statistic

Mar 21, 2017 at 5:09pm

what a great person. missed on real charmer. I pity this whole situation.

make something

Mar 21, 2017 at 5:46pm

Make your statistic a positive one.. He / She /They will grow the worried looks while you let that shit go and move onto someone who would tell your chapter(s) in their book with pride.

Beautiful

Mar 21, 2017 at 8:47pm

And sad.

I inkle

Mar 21, 2017 at 9:36pm

Here's a statistic worth thinking about: 40-50% of marriages end in divorce. I don't know why people even bother any more. Even the most clueless of princesses have to have some inkling how stupid the whole thing is.

@make sonethimg

Mar 22, 2017 at 2:55am

Bravo, I agree! '.-) ... a book of true love i am told, has eventual happy lifetime story written in bold, for it takes willpower endurance of pain and cold, with added loyalty trust friendship and faith to behold, the final warm true love reunion may not be an easy feat, yet when we keep ourselves going without tempting to see others in heat, we timely unite with our true love after self-healing and self-loving treat :)

Understanding

Mar 24, 2017 at 8:53am

Comes from patience and learning. I imagine ancient library's having secret rooms with secret stories...but a wise man knows that he knows nothing. I like statistics, statistically speaking when working agreeably with probabilities and possibilities...try to keep the faith?