Oh stop it
You can’t make me crazy
With a couple of words
Your coming and going in my life
Didn’t take my sanity
Why would your opinion now
Mean a thing to me
You can’t make me hate you
Or worry about you being gone
You see you aren’t worth the effort
Of hate or even a fret or two
You can’t make me crazy
I’m already over you
There's nothing colder than indifference. Amazing that such intense passions can still to such deadness... guess they must be such that, like a storm, they can just burn themselves out sometimes. I feel plain exhaustion in this somewhere - or praps it's just me!! LOL Hope you stay over, too, if that's how it's to be... Kate xx
Sixty-seven days after departing Flores Island in Europe’s westernmost waters, the schooner Heimdall and her stalwart crew has finally arrived at the mysterious Isla Socorro in the Revillagigedo Archipelagoes. The discoveries they make are astounding
She was quite capable of taking care of herself...She appreciated everything he was doing for her and the Grandmothers Four, but she needed his help, not for him to take over.
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f*K off buddy
or just sit down and shut-up
love it!!! ;)
Good for you - far too many of us let others dictate our feelings and emotions.
Great piece, Sue!
No games played here!
Excellent write, Sue.
Lisa
Mean a thing to me."
The perfect attitude. Great job.
once loved, excellent write!
(Lost? yup I am)
Hugs,
Felix