It's Thursday, and I don't have a haiku...but I was emptying out my wallet and found one of those odd bits that you forgot you had stuffed back into one of those little pockets.
(I didn't write it, and it may even be copyrighted, but the author knows that sueing me wouldn't be terribly productive, anyway...so if I maintain their anonymity maybe they'll not be too terribly put out for posting it).
To... To love and be loved,
But to be alone.
To need to speak,
But to be silent.
To try many times,
But to fail.
To need to be warmed,
But to shiver.
To be beautiful,
But to have no one see.
To need [her] to be there,
but to be alone.
Such is the price of love...
Anyway...Time to snag Mycroft's Cowboy Junkies CD and juggle fragments of a volatile soul. Well, either that, or balance my checkbook...haven't quite decided...
(I didn't write it, and it may even be copyrighted, but the author knows that sueing me wouldn't be terribly productive, anyway...so if I maintain their anonymity maybe they'll not be too terribly put out for posting it).
To...
To love and be loved,
But to be alone.
To need to speak,
But to be silent.
To try many times,
But to fail.
To need to be warmed,
But to shiver.
To be beautiful,
But to have no one see.
To need [her] to be there,
but to be alone.
Such is the price of love...
Anyway...Time to snag Mycroft's Cowboy Junkies CD and juggle fragments of a volatile soul. Well, either that, or balance my checkbook...haven't quite decided...
-Jn-
Inadvertant Dilettante