I wonder where my mind has gone out in the walks along the gravestones sunken 6 feet deep and pushing up daisies
I like to think (and I bet they are happy they don't) that one day I'll meet the man of my dreams and we will sit 6 feet underneath with words saying "together since..."
I hope that I'm too picky for this, or not picky enough I like too many boys and non of them stick because i'm afraid that no one could love me
for who I am and will stay. So, i'll just hope that I can sink and push up daisies for all the other couples still living, the great great great great great granddaughters and sons to admire on their walks through nature's vast landscape.
And GOD I hope you're up there, because this existential dilemma will bring me to my grave and I just hope you'll meet me there because you're the only one I would really need anyways.