Don’t Hit the Floor

December 12, 2007 at 4:41 pm (Personal and Private, Poetry, Uncategorized)

I don’t want to be lonely

Wish someone would call

Wish I didn’t have to deal with

Everything.

Wish life was easy like it used to be

Wish friends were friends

in all weather

Wish I hadn’t made mistakes

Wish I hadn’t been such a child

Wish I’d chosen love better

Hope I can next time

Hope I am not afraid to love . . . next time

Hope there is a next time

Hope it’s better

Hope I’m smarter

Hope I’m wiser

Hope I can open my heart

Hope it doesn’t get crushed again

Hope I’m less of a fool

Hope I choose wisely

—Does Love choose you or do you choose it —

Does it matter?

Can it help?

Can anything help?

Once you fall

Nothing can stop your descent

Except

Two things:

A Lover’s arms—Or the

Floor.

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