You make my heart skip a beat
You make my soul want to sing
You are the reason for my smile
I'd like it if you stayed a while.
I like the way that our eyes send
Messages. You're my best friend.
I think that there is something more.
We'll see what the future has in store.
But for now, best friends we'll stay
Until that very special day
When we both realize
That what we have is more than "like"
Came out of the heat and into a strange simmering pot;
my mother accepted the responsibility of a baby
for about half an hour or so.
It cried so damn much.
She tried to hand it off to me, and I
dodged that mother-sucker like the plague.
Of the top three things I "don't",
babies are two.
God damn it cried so much.
That's all I have to say.
My pet cat licks my face repeatedly; it feels a bit strange
to jut my jaw forward for a feline to lick and make my face wet.
but as I sit my eyes shut, it feels unreasonably nice, then, it dawns:
she is clicking her LIKES on my real Facebook page
the way she knows best.
Eureka! this is my tender Archimedes moment !
the naked truth, reveals itself before me like Venus
why the crazy craving, without rhyme or reason
for LIKES in Facebook and cyberspace;
now, I understand so well.
you look nice today
even if you didn't have the time to do your make up this morning, you look beautiful ( this doesn't mean you are only pretty when you wear make-up, it's something society wants you to believe and I just wanted to clear that one up for you )
you are very sweet and although you are not made out of sugar ( you can sometimes bitch against your classmates ) you are sweet and loving
you look hot without showing your tits and I think that's quite an accomplishment nowadays, where every one looks no further than the curves on a female body, so congrats
although you are not what society has in mind you are fucking awesome just because you don't fit in, you rock and you don't like rock, you like taylor swift and she rocks too
i like you and even though i am typing this to myself i like you, person reading this letter right now, which in this case is me
you should like yourself
On being an old soul
It is difficult to be an old soul
Within this world of ours
I’ve only known a few
Who understand its powers
It is easy to see the grand mistakes
Others will take on
It is imperative we let them be
And let them carry on
For it is within each soul’s contract
To decide the path in which their life will take
We must not dissuade them from their destiny
For if we do, it may change their fate.
Mary Carol Ann Like
Copyright June 2014