There must be
A thousand different emotions.
Some are named,
Most go unnoticed.
It is not jealousy,
Because I do not want what they have got.
It is not nostalgia,
Because I cannot see myself in their youth and their beauty.
It is not dread,
Because I know that pride must come before fall
If we are to learn how to fly.
But
There's no word to describe
That twinge,
That whisper;
A little shudder,
A tear,
And soft glow...
The joys of being
The first wife.
2 comments:
Hey Lady Solitaire,
On the surface I must say I thought your blog was nothing more than socialist garbage, but since reading it I have discovered a new dimension to you and I respect that.
-Propaganda Minister
Wow above post sounds really gay. The things you write a night.
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