You take my breath away Gasping for air ‘til I’m blue in the face I reach for relief but it’s nowhere to be found No true solution to the dilemma within So cruel you are, casting your spell on me Controlling me, refusing to let go Holding me back from the things I truly love Everything I have done to avoid you has failed Every prevention I have taken was all a waste Because you’re still here today And yesterday, and the day before And the day before that Battling to keep me in your domain I will continue to fight, though As I know your days are numbered I will drink another cup of Nyquil I will swallow another antibiotic And soon your every cell will be destroyed!
This is so cool.
I hope you'll be feeing better real quick.
Happy Easter,
John
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 25, 2005
Blimey I'm seeing double. Mundy Mundy, oh mundy morning turned out that way, but........(Thinks... I know you hear that everyday)
Cold sure ain't funny. Well not if you're a bloke cos we think we're dying. But they sure can knock one out for a while.
Chicken pox in the mouth.(Andy: refrains from stating the obvious juvenile joke)
damn..guess it did turn out to be strep LOL hope you feel better soon, SM (Step-mommy), and just keep reminding yourself that you COULD have had what Kelsey came down with LOL imagine chicken pox in the mouth..yuck!!!
Reviewed by D May (Reader)
Reviewed on March 24, 2005
Get well soon...Gotta love NyQuil. Big "N" Little 'y'..and a a big fu*&%$#. "Q" The green monster! I think George Carlin said that. Nothing like a NyQuil buzz when you can't breathe.
Keep that Nyquil close at hand..sometimes when that demon flu strikes it's all that keeps us comatose long enough to get over it!
Hope you get to feeling better real soon!
And soon your every cell will be destroyed! Not soon enough for some Anne. Thnx this brought back many sad days I lie loveless in my bed, because of my tears and fears. Even when I was home, as a child, I had no love. Very good write Anne, thnx for sharing. May the Lord be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy tot he world, peace on earth, & (((HUGS))), Barbie
Are we gonna quit this love addicted thing? God. This poem of yours "slaps me in the face" in reality therapy. Thank you. Love and peace to you and I can so relate. Regis
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
I hope you'll be feeing better real quick.
Happy Easter,
John
Cold sure ain't funny. Well not if you're a bloke cos we think we're dying. But they sure can knock one out for a while.
Chicken pox in the mouth.(Andy: refrains from stating the obvious juvenile joke)
Cheers
Alain
Hope you get to feeling better real soon!
Lisa
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."
This was fantastic! What a twist.
Cynthia