You say you care....


For someone who cares about nothing
You make a hell of a lot of noise
For someone who claims to be special
You're as mainstream as can be

For someone who preaches about friendship
You never took care of your own
For someone who's hiding in blackness
You're as lit up as a sunny day

For someone who never returns my phone calls
You say you care awfully much
But I'm fed up with this "friendship"
Now is the time it will stop.

Good Bye.

Hi Mausi...

Sad to say, I know this must be based on an actual experience. I don't know who this person is, but it seems like I've known him or her too; in fact, I've had a lot of "friends" like this. It seems like when we get sick or have trouble we really find out who our true friends are. It's like a winnowing process or something. I know it really hurts.

You did turn this negative into a positive though, by writing a good poem about it. You write very directly and openly, with strength and honesty, and I really like that.

I'll tell you what, whoever this person is is really losing a wonderful friend in you. You're the best friend I've ever had. At least you don't ever have to worry about this sad situation happening with me. I can never talk to you enough! Remember yesterday, when we had been on the phone for an hour and you had to go, how I felt like we had just started? It always feels like five minutes or so; it's really something how elastic time can be, and how fast it goes--just flies by--when I spend it with you.

You can always talk to me! Like in... oh... forty minutes or so, um Mitternacht. I'll be looking forward to it.

I love you.

Here's a hug:

(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((HUG!)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

And here are:

*Sweet Kisses Without Number*

I'll talk to you soon.

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA

Steven.....
Thank you.
I KNOW that you understand....

~I love you
~Ich liebe dich
~Jag älskar dig


* Herzensklänge

Von Dir zu mir erklingt ein Ton
in der Liebe schönster Weise,
und nicht nur über Telefon
bist Du zu mir auf der Reise.

Ein kleines Lied begleitet mich
durch den Tag im Sonnenschein.
Es sagt Dir, was ich fühl für Dich,
freu mich auf unser Stelldichein.

Mein Herz singt eine Melodie,
beschwingt fliegt sie zu Dir.
Hörst Du die zarte Symphonie,
bist Du ganz nah bei mir *

What a beautiful poem that is, Silkchen! I really love that. Thanks so much.

I love you too!

*SKWN*

Hmmm...I wonder who this is about?

(Kan du kanske tala om det för mig raring? )

Saknar dig Gumman.Helsinki är för j-light...vad f-n gör jag HÄR.

T

A talented writer you truly are!


misty