Dear March, Come In

Dear March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before.
Put down your hat—
You must have walked—
How out of breath you are!
Dear March, how are you?
And the rest?
Did you leave Nature well?
Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,
I have so much to tell!

I got your letter, and the bird’s;
The maples never knew
That you were coming,—I declare,
How red their faces grew!
But, March, forgive me—
And all those hills
You left for me to hue;
There was no purple suitable,
You took it all with you.

Who knocks? That April!
Lock the door!
I will not be pursued!
He stayed away a year, to call
When I am occupied.
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come,
That blame is just as dear as praise
And praise as mere as blame.


By: Emily Dickinson

Dear March, Come In

Dear March, Come Inby Emily Dickinson Dear March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—How out of breath you are! Dear March, how are you? And the rest? Did you leave Nature well? Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,I have so much to tell! I got your letter, and the bird’s; The maples never knew That you were coming,—I declare, How red their faces grew!But, March, forgive me— And all those hills You left for me to hue; There was no purple suitable,You took it all with you.Who knocks? That April! Lock the door! I will not be pursued! He stayed away a year, to call When I am occupied.But trifles look so trivial As soon as you have come, That blame is just as dear as praise And praise as mere as blame.

"You Should've Said No"

It's strange to think the songs we used to sing
The smiles, the flowers, everything: is gone
Yesterday I found out about you
Even now just looking at you: feels wrong
You say that you'd take it all back, given one chance
It was a moment of weakness and you said yes...

You should've said no, you should've gone home
You should've thought twice before you let it all go
You should've know that word, bout what you did with her
Would get back to me...
And I should've been there, in the back of your mind
I shouldn't be asking myself why
You shouldn't be begging for forgiveness at my feet...
You should've said no, baby and you might still have me

You can see that I've been crying
And baby you know all the right things: to say
But do you honestly expect me to believe
We could ever be the same...
You say that the past is the past, you need one chance
It was a moment of weakness and you said yes..."

"Addicted"

I'm so addicted to
All the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets
All the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It's not like anything
When you're loving me.

Oh girl lets take it slow
So as for you well you know where to go
I want to take my love and hate you till the end.

It's not like you to turn away
From all the bullshit I can't take
It's not like me to walk away

I'm so addicted too
All the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets
All the sounds you make
With every breathe you take
It's not like anything
When you're loving me!

"Our Song"

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car.
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel,
The other on my heart.
I look around, turn the radio down,
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song.
And he says...

Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window.
When we're on the phone and you talk real low
cause it's late and your mama don't know.
Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have.
And when I got home ... before I said amen,
Asking God if he could play it again.

I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day.
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away.
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed,
I almost didn't notice all the roses.
And the note that said...

Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window.
When we're on the phone and you talk real low
cause it's late and your mama don't know.
Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have.
And when I got home ... before I said amen,
Asking God if he could play it again!

Blah!

So tired! So much shit to do! So little time, I feel like I am way over doing myself and have too much shit to do that its impossible to accomplish. So much shit running through my head right now. I haven't sleep in days and when I finally do fall asleep, I sleep like shit! I wanna throw up. I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna do my math homework and I sure the hell don't know why I am posting a dam blog! HUH! BLAH...!