Every New Year’s Eve I think “I wonder what things will be like next New Year’s Eve?”
Never more than this one.
Every New Year’s Eve I think “I wonder what things will be like next New Year’s Eve?”
Never more than this one.
Trying this from my mobile on the train back from London - last time this year!
A bit hungover. Work Xmas Party last night - a good time had by etc. Will post a photo later.
Didn't plan to be on such an early train but I've a last minute appt with the consultant radiologist in
Newcastle @ 10 am.
they call me the apologist.b) I'm sorry? What was the question?
and now that I'm at peak.
you know at first it really hurt.
we joke about these things.
I've skirted all my differences
but now I'm facing up.
I wanted to apologize for
everything I was. so
I'm sorry, so sorry...
did you understand me right?
the people here are good.
they tell me what I should have done
and offer what I could.
I'm good, all is good
all's well, no complaints.
when I feel regret,
I get down on my knees and pray.
I'm sorry, so sorry...
I live a simple life
unfettered by complex sweets.
you think this isn't me?
don't be weak.
there I go.
I'm so sorry.
thank you for being there for me.
thank you for listening, goodbye.
I can forfeit selfishness
I hope for you that you apply
this happiness
this peacefulness
I'm sorry, so sorry...
I live a simple life
unfettered by complex sweets.
you think this isn't me?
that's so sweet.
I'm so sorry
Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
Saying that now you are not as you were
When you had changed from the one who was all to me,
But as at first, when our day was fair.
Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then,
Standing as when I drew near to the town
Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then,
Even to the original air-blue gown!
Or is it only the breeze in its listlessness
Travelling across the wet mead to me here,
You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness,
Heard no more again far or near?
Thus I; faltering forward,
Leaves around me falling,
Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the woman calling.
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