It's raining today
and I don't mind
I know tomorrow
the sun will begin to shine

Your not here
and that's ok
I like being by myself
it gives me time to think

Ketchup in my cleavage
Ketchup in my cleavage
Why oh why is there ketchup in my cleavage?

It rolled off my fry
Took off on the fly
And now I ask why
Is there ketchup in my cleavage?

Could it just be fate
Saying I shouldn't've ate
But the fry tasted great 'cept for
Ketchup in my cleavage.

I guess I shouldn't care
Because the Big Guy upstairs
Made it miss my outerwear
That ketchup in my cleavage.

S'pose I'll take a clue
That fries ain't no stew
Next time I won't do
No ketchup in my cleavage.

Pictures, Shawnee, where are the Pictures?

Words alone don't tell the whole story.

LOL...was hoping for something like:

Wish I had a fry
Cause hey, I'm just a guy
And I'd sure like to try
That ketchup in your cleavage.

:lol:

hahahahaha sweet

I love that, Shawnee! It made me laugh. :)

Thanks Dana and case. I'm not sure where that came from, but it was fun writing it. Goofy stuff! :)

I was going to say something like:

You got catsup on my cleavage!
You got cleavage on my catsup!
Two great tastes that go great together.

But I thought that that might be rude.

Harry Potter in my hands
Wishing he would make a stand
Vanquish Voldy finally
Until then I will follow he
Through the pages, by his side
Wand in hand, stride by stride
When at least the final page appears
And hearing things I don't want to hear
The book is done, the story told
And Harry Potter, my heart has stole

You're twisted into in my DNA
Everything from my skin down aches for you
Would an X-Ray show your shadowy presence
Lurking under my bones?
Are you here in my chest
While my breast burns for your touch?
The very water in my pressured brain
Or sprouting fine hairs in my lungs?

Your absence is killing me,
Hurry up and introduce yourself, please.

Daily drivings make me think
About what I'm supposed to do
And then I lose track
Of what I should be doing
And then I wonder
If I should be doing that thing at all

Wow SG - I just read this....its awesome :)

In this deep dark hot
I burn
Crawling agony
Black piss
Wretched skin
The thing you think you love
is gone
an aching husk
here
calls for you
to love me
back
to
life
again
worthlessly

We weave
Fibers of grief and glee and
Pain and pleasure and
Vexation and constancy.

We twist
Licorice sticks of tribulation and fortune and
Affliction and substance and
Torment and mirth.

We writhe
In motions of love and hate and
Hope and despair and
Tolerance and prejudice.

What a cruel trick parents play on their children.
Birthing them, nurturing them, raising them, teaching them.
Encouraging them, challenging them, cheering them.
Misleading them.

"It will be all right." when it is broken.
"You can do it." when you can't.
"I know, I know." when I don't .
Lies.

"I love you."
The only truth.