It’s in the blood, it’s in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love, I taste of blood.
He bit my lip, and drank my war.
From years before, from years before.
The days are getting shorter, and the temperature is dropping. With this, every year, my mood changes. It’s odd, it’s like someone has put a veil over my eyes marked “winter mood”. I suppose it’s just me feeling the changes in everything. Today I’m sitting at my computer, fiddling with random websites and wondering what that boy is doing at work, wondering if the trip to Wisconsin will be cold. I shall forego the Christmas travel traffic, and the cold, biting weather of Wisconsin in December to see this man, let him be worth something. Oh please, oh please let him be worth something.
Love
Just Jo Ann
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seneca // October 3, 2008 at 3:27 am |
Jo AnnyLove,
That is a hard-edged photo of the world love! Perhaps it is what you feel.
I do hope he’s worth the effort!
Love,
Mike