Love, is a marathon. That's why you get so tired so fast of everyone. Slow down and face yourself. Cause when it's good, it's is a long, open road. You're exhausted, always comming down, trying to come up for air, trying to act like you just don't care. Love is a marathon...

Friday, August 15, 2008

It Happens.

Missed my alarm clock ringing,
Woke up, telephone screaming - boss man singing his same old song.
Rolled in late about an hour, 
No cup of coffee - no shower. 
Walk of shame with two different shoes on.
Now it's poor me, why me, oh me, boring - 
The same old worn out, "blah blah" story,
There's no good explanation for it all.
Ain't no rhyme or reason, no complicated meaning,
Ain't no need to over think it. 
Let go - laughing.
Life don't go quite like you planned it.
We try so hard to understand it.
The irrefutable, indisputable fact is ...
Psssshh, it happens.

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