Every time I open my mouth to
Response to idiotic people my language change
It was so early in the morning,
And believe me, I wasn’t in the mood
For female nonsenses: one drops on her knee
And raise her hand to the ceiling, open her mouth
And let out a bunch of nonsense. The other whispered
“God protect me from these evil people,
I look at my co-worker, and he looked at me
Such juvenile malarkey, so early in the morning:
“He said” with a loud Sigh!!!!
I lost another one, it gone, it no longer moves,
What, whom and where, and why! The baby!
My eyes drop to her knees with such unspoken grief,
I was told that’s where they go for safety:
It had to be some conspiracy: five small angels
In five years, how does she control those tears?
At the moment, I need a glass of water and two aspirins;
She looks so emotionless and calm: the same exact composer
Like my friend had after the death of her son:
I on the other hand saw myself standing on the edge
Looking down into the darkness of a bottomless pit
**Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.”
― Mahatma Gandhi**
** If you gave someone your heart and they died,
did they take it with them?
Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”
― Jodi Picoult, **
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
Every time I open my mouth to
Response to idiotic people my language change
It was so early in the morning,
And believe me, I wasn’t in the mood
For female nonsenses: one drops on her knee
And raise her hand to the ceiling, open her mouth
And let out a bunch of nonsense. The other whispered
“God protect me from these evil people,
I look at my co-worker, and he looked at me
Such juvenile malarkey, so early in the morning:
“He said” with a loud Sigh!!!!
I lost another one, it gone, it no longer moves,
What, whom and where, and why! The baby!
My eyes drop to her knees with such unspoken grief,
I was told that’s where they go for safety:
It had to be some conspiracy: five small angels
In five years, how does she control those tears?
At the moment, I need a glass of water and two aspirins;
She looks so emotionless and calm: the same exact composer
Like my friend had after the death of her son:
I on the other hand saw myself standing on the edge
Looking down into the darkness of a bottomless pit
**Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.”
― Mahatma Gandhi**
** If you gave someone your heart and they died,
did they take it with them?
Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”
― Jodi Picoult, **
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