Saturday, August 14, 2010

Oh theories

So there is this person I know that really kinda confuses me. It has now been proven, with very little work on my behalf, that this individual only talks to me when they are alcofied. In a way I find it sort of flattering, since I don't really know them that well, but I also find it very degrading. It seems some people only want to talk to me when they aren't themselves entirely, and it really bothers me a lot more now than it used to. Entry 36:

I met girl on the corner street
She admittedly told me she had two left feet
When I asked her to come and dance
Though reluctant, she said she'd give it a chance
But i never knew she'd be the wrong one to meet
ON the corner street

Her eyes they sparkled
Her face was perfection
The dress she wore was cute
She made me laugh, and she did too
But something changed as the night wore through
Her smile became silent
She didn't seem violent
But it made me wonder what I was supposed to do.

I asked her, What's the matter
IS everything alright?
She quietly replied, I need a drink
It was then I realized where i'd been
when I asked her to attend the ball
that night.

She hadn't been herself at all when I first met her
Or even as we danced the night away
I tried to talk it over with myself
But I found myself saying, No way
She cannot hold a tune to her name
Without the proper "instruments" in play.

The rest of the night
she hid herself from my sight
Oh believe me , I felt bad
But what I thought I had
was now nothing more
Than an alcoholic pried away from the liquor store.

I took her back to her place
or at least the one she said was hers
She didn't miss a beat
Opening the door and barely landing on her own two feet
as the door closed behind her on the porch
I took a deep breath in and felt relieved.

I learned that very evening
I could never date someone who had to depend upon
Something such as weed, or drugs or alcohol
To be alive within themselves and others

I met a girl on the corner street,
She admitted said she had two left feet
When I asked her to come and dance
This time, however, I noticed she'd been drinking
So I told her, "oh okay, well i'l find someone else."
So gave another street girl a chance.

(musically styled)

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