2007-12-11 - 6:07 p.m.
Hoping happy thoughts would help,
you hand me orange juice and bliss.
You reassure my self esteem,
and share the love as any friend would do:
With laughs and sass,
(and quietly refill my glass)
and a rounding cheer,
"We'll kick his ass."
But still persistant thoughts pervade-
i'm to fault,
i'm to blame,
persuasive in their logic.
Never good enough, i fear,
stay to far-
come to near-
warning shouts i never seem to hear.
used again.
i should know better.
