Extending my sleeves past my frozen fingers,
it is -3 and handles of anything
get extremely bitter this time of year.
I fork in splinters of silage
#235 pokes her head out through the feeder.
I have plans for you Missy Moo —
well: our progeny.
Provided you’re in calf;
provided you stay in calf;
provided you calf down successfully;
provided it lives long enough to be killed.
If not, I’ll probably sell you
and buy an in-calf heifer instead.
You don't get it,
it will be too late when you do,
I'll be gone,
you'll be stuck like glue.
Give and take,
this is half game,
you know what they say,
no pain no gain.
Hopefully this will make you learn,
to grow and expand,
if you dont,
who knows where you will land.
The landing could be soft,
and easy to bear,
or it could be hard,
and you won't know who to hear.
This is my only plead,
the only form in which I can speak,
I just want you to realize,
unless you help yourself with me gone, you'll be weak.
I'll get over you too
One day, I surely will
Right now, I'll say that
Maybe I really can't
Suddenly you just pop up in my mind
and become the center of my dazes.
You appear in my dreams
Every once in a while
I cry because I just want all of these to stop
I want to forget
I want to stop expecting
I want to tell myself
There's nothing else left to do
There's no need to look back
I will forget you
Hopefully one day I'll do
And when that times comes
My heart's new and ready once more
i'm not one of the great ones
so hopefully i'm one of the lucky ones
i don't think and do what's best for me
or what i know is right
so i fail a lot
and maybe the point of life is to face and
conquer your weaknesses
well i haven't done that yet
in two decades
so it might be a few more lives
but i'm still sorry