Walla Walla, WA 99362
Has any one ever felt this way even though they know its not the object they are mad or sad at but the person themself?
The hating of an object
I hated that old truck
It brought me the worse sort of luck
A subject lughtly broached at first
Quickly became an unquenchable thirst
Instead of, I'll spend time with you
I was left alone, sad and blue
The truck needs help, fixing and restoring
How could an heap of rust be alluring?
That it was I'm striving to understand
Alas, the truck is now your mate
And I am a memory, an one night stand
Matt, if you read this, then you'll know exactly what I'm talking about
Time flies? Say it not so, time stays we go.
[This message has been edited by Cuddlez (edited 11-27-1999).]