So I have this poem that I wrote the other day. It was just for fun.... I suppose. Actually what happened was I was in the shower, sitting in the tub and thinking. I was wondering about romantical stuff. The next day I was bored so I wrote a poem about it. Said poem is probably a lot mushy. (Who cares?) So I will post it for you. You ready for this Random Writing of Cowgirl? Great. This is What is Love, by me.
What is Love? (Not the song)
What is love? My dear, do we know?
Is it an action or a feeling?
Does it come fast or is it slow?
If per say we take one more step into the unknown
Would we meet devastation and end up alone?
Or perhaps with tight fingers knit softly together
I’ll pull you, you’ll pull me
We will keep going down this path on which we’ve begun.
The thought of potentiality indeed is a terror,
But perhaps we must needs remain together.
What if the what ifs that cause my heart to tarry,
Are only founded in that which is nothing?
Why then am I causing a fuss?
Surely the only thing left for us is to do.
What is love? My dear, do we know?
No, but
I think we’ll learn soon.
Like I said, super mushy. I don't even want to read it again. (I don't do mushy very well.) I feel bad for the guy that claims me as his own. He can get all sweet sometimes, and I get all flattered and bubbly but in the end, I am just not able to send him the same sweet messages.
Seriously, me flirting sounds like this: "Hi. I like your...jaw line."
Granted he isn't perfect either. Sometimes I have my days when my flirtability is good but he doesn't notice. We are a mess. But hey, if we were art we'd be abstract, because abstract turns a mess into beauty. (I always paint abstract...) So you may recall, (if I ever mentioned this) that I am trying to save up to fly my friend out here for the military ball. I have been so stressed lately about getting enough money to fly him out, but yesterday I decided that since I have a summer job and the cash will be rolling in, I will pay for his trip with what I have in the bank and then when I earn cash I will just put the same amount back into the bank. I told him this plan yesterday and he was surprised that I hadn't bothered to tell him that I have a bank account....
Oops.
When you are kids in the "I like you" phase of a relationship money has no relevance to life. But when you have aged three more years, and live on different sides of the country, things like that begin to matter for some reason. (Can't imagine why.)
Guys, I don't know what to wear to the military ball. My friend says that I should wear a red dress. Mom and I intend to go shopping soon...
I want to say something but I cannot. It is a secret. EEEEEK.
Mo0ving on. Um.......
I finished my ROTC spread. I am relieved. As leadership in yearbook, I took it upon myself to check on the progress of the other kids in the class.
I died. They were all on their phones. I remained calm. I spoke with each one. There was one football player though, and I commend him. He was working and getting quotes. So I thanked him.
I am in Spanish class right now, I should be working but I just love you guys too much. 😉 My friend Yzzi is next to me reading my blog. She laughs and points out random things that I have said in the past.
Guys I sound really nerdy.
{It took you that long to realize this?} Um. Yes. It did. I also realized that I need to post on Capturing Moments with Dawn Caudill. It has been like a week and a half. I will talk with her about it tonight. I have to go now, have a good day everyone, and Happy Valentines Day! 😍
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