About Me

My love was once a red, red rose. Now, it pricks the heart and makes it bleed. I used to lay in your arms and doze, dreaming about the way things should be. You're pulling away, and I can't help but wonder, why? Why do you have to go? Becoming a cynic, losing control, I can see why you want to leave. If I could run I would run too. But then I would look back and see that I was leaving you.

Tuesday, March 10

Starting Anew





Recently, I have been given a rundown trailor that needs alot of work done to it. The floors need new linoleum; the walls: painting, and the rest of the house, refurnished complete with new bathroom and kitchen. There is no kitchen, and the bathroom works but needs to be redone. The adventure is something I am looking forward to. And the help from family and friends will make it an enjoyable experience.

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