"You’ve missed a dozen tempting sundresses with ample cleavage. Twenty pairs of scrumptious shoes displaying painted toes. Eight distinctive hairstyles and thirty exclusive smiles just for you. And the red dangly’s caught up in my hair while cascading from the kissable part of my ears. Which should have captured your heart upon first sight. Instead, my presence isn’t noticed as more than a net to catch your sorrows. A fragile, beautiful, vivacious creature placed in your life as a gift. I’ve allowed you to take my healing for your own. I’ve shouldered more than twice my weight. I’m nearing capacity and soon will burst, sending those red dangly’s in another direction. Impossible for you to gather them together again."
'Nuff said ...
I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM ... ... ...
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