Tomorrow is just another Tuesday.
Just had to laugh at this...
Love is a futile thing. If you can find it, great. But chances are it's a facade.
Me bitter? Hahahahaha!
Maybe Patrick will post his feelings about V-Day. It gets truer and truer everytime I read it.
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I love you Jay! (and not in a Brokeback way)
He means in a gay way.
Huh. I had thought I was an original, quirky girl but um, I'm not. That card sums me up! DANG. I had no idea us chicks were so the SAME.
It's almost embarrassing.
Almost.
Heather, you are a complete original. If it were to coincide with your permission I would give you a little pedistal to sit on in my study, so that I could have a Haiku Girl original one-of-a-kind to brag about. :)
And thank you Scott. Coming from a 6'4" geek, that's quite a compliment. :)
And yeah, ok... little sour this year. I'm sure if I had someone I'd be causing diabetis with my sugar-laden spew of bad poetry.
Like this?
The human heart is a messy thing
Ventricles, aortas, blood pumping through tubes
A strong muscle at the core of my being
Tirelessly doing what God designed it to
The symbol plastered on cards and candies
Neat and tidy, sweeping lines and curves
And not at all a good symbol for love
Love as sticky and messy as the real thing
My love for you is like a real heart
Not at all the creation of card writers, sitting at a desk
Strong and constant as the Designer wished
It will last as long as the rhythm in my chest
My love isn’t a thing that can be contained by cardboard
It’s also quite messy and complicated
Poorly represented by a baby with wings and arrows
Or a silly (though funny) saying writ in red foil
What I feel for you is too often quiet
Barely heard above the rush of life
A beat to be celebrated for the life it brings
Not just on this one day, but every day we have together
i hope the inside of the card doesn't say something stupid like tell her you love her because you know that skank will just empty out your checking account and hit the road in your car with your cat and the cable guy. happens every time.
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