I once knew a Lil' girl who was dirty, as she fell in the mud and stayed. None of the other children came out to help her, or wanted to play. It was a very gloomy day for her, she had just lost her doll, and even her mother and father were sad that they had a daughter at all. They wanted a boy you see, as in their eyes how could a daughter help them when they were old. They needed someone to take care of them, but she was not the one. She did not belong to anyone because she was unique, and did not have to be claimed by others, as a thing, but rather as a person with feelings, beliefs, ideas, imagination and things that all lil girls are made up of......like imaginary places with friends, who were not of human origin but were her imaginary friends made of gold, white, silver, and magical rainbows all around their beings. They loved her and she loved them, but she thought this was normal and nothing was out of place, just another day in this lil girl's life. She was always viewed as different, strange, unique, being the nicer of the lesser evils, but still all the same, she was very different and could not be anything else but different to herself, she was after all a lil 'girl.
This lil girl thought it was normal to love broken things, like a bird with a broken wing, a doll with a missing arm, and dog with a broken tail, must she continue to prevail. She was almost strange but in a very good way, she never hated, but it still is a sad tale because she thought love was a normal thing, not strange for human beings, how could it be? No one told her of this life where goblins, monsters, and evil things existed in a world that did not correlate directly with her imagination or intuition, she was nature's magician. She would look evil dead on, and later remembered a song, the one she played over and over, because her birth was in the month of October. She was a puzzle to her parent's how could she be anything different to them, but a lil girl with dreams, plans, and schemes. In her imagination, she never gave in to any hesitation, in her mind we were all free to be whatever God has lead us to think that we could be. This lil girl is you and I please don't tell me you don't have dreams? She belongs to herself and never thought she needed anyone else, for she was chosen you see, by God directly, for some infamy, for things yet untold, for this world she must be bold; and the further she will go........you can follow her if you like she likes friends, so let's adjourn to the hike, until it is time for all of us to find our common ground, maybe with help this lil girl will find that she is not so alone in this world without site, for if this story runs true, maybe you and I can come to on the path that she holds for us, somewhere when we let go of our earthly lust. I know man is more than just dust, we have and we must.....do the will of God, for we are not of our own creation my friend do you see, we were put here for loving of each other me and you............let's follow this lil girl and see if she can give our lives a lil whirl, she never gets lost too much, I know, for this lil girl is growing in you and I, she sees clearly, as if with the third eye. She is stronger than most can believe, she has magical powers that are really hard to believe, only one saw it first, and now she sees it too, my dear friends, how about you??
Never let this world push you to the side, every trip you must take in your stride, nor fear, pride, or regret can stay in your way, yet, there is purpose in all we do, let's follow this lil girl to see if you and I can agree, we really need each other to create this cause otherwise, it will lose its fighting power, let's give it another hour...........time heals all wounds, only fools hang on.......to pride of life, which becomes the fall.........of all mankind.........such are the tales you see, but let us all take caution in what we seek. Tomorrow is a new day, let's leave this one to the brave. Fall your heart and you will see that sometimes we are all like this lil girl, it is the imagination we all seek, for a glorious world of refuge, love, kindness, trust, and every earthly thing we should not lust, so please put your love and time in this lil girl that we have all found...........the earth is solid ground, we must become one if we are to be found, not wanting for we are all standing on common ground............Love you Lil' girl.......that I have found
But not for me, I know a man of the faraway land, who used to hold my hand, I thought he was a man of the sand, but he was, just a man. He writes poetry, I thought it was for me? Upon conclusion you see, I find out it wasn't really for me. He said he loves me, like no one else, calls me his true love. How does a man, who can't understand what love is, while holding your hand, stand? Day and night, he had me going, like no man can. I knew I could stand. He was not the man from the sand. I found out the toad was a prince you see, and I really thought he was the one for me. How can a man, who holds your hand, not in the sand, stand? He was from the underworld, Mars the God of War. Was I just one more, on his endless list of no mores?
I am Venus, here me pour. I thought I was loved so much, he had a genuine touch, not to light and not too much. I dreamed volumes to him at night, day, and every which way. He was a mystery, a phantom, a dream, my happiness in all things. I had hope, love, and care; but every time I looked for him he was not there, did he really care? We can say, oh babe, but I love you more than any other woman, but this man was not any man, and certainly not the man from the sand. I digress, because I am under the stress, of this mess, I have gotten myself in and I did not pass this test. I was always a test, just a jest, not like the rest. He put our love to the test. He could have just loved me like no other, but I found out, I was more like a brother. I guess you have to be famous, a model, or a doormat, I am not sure, but what once was love and friendship is now a blur, he showed me how he loved just me.
I am a set of emails, and bad calls, no love life to speak of, just on the call. I thought he really loved me, but then I saw his life, he was not the man I thought, the one who would show me through his poetry, the love that he had, just for me. Oh no, how sad, not for me. I was just another, like all the rest, yet he tested and tested, and what a mess you see. A man who loves you does not call you names, and lay all the blame. I didn't know what was wrong you see, but through his background investigation, I wasn't the one for him, not me. I was embarrassed and harassed, chased around, in a mad dash, and then comes the crash. How do you trust someone, who doesn't trust no one? You can't live your life on the run, eventually the mess will catch up to someone. I am not his enemy, but I can promise you, he will not trust me again. I think this romance has reached the end. This is the saddest story in history because if he just loved me like I did him, then our love would still be flourishing, and not reaching its end.
I can forgive almost anything, but not laying the blame on the innocent thing, me. I think I will put on my walking shoes, as he gives me no choice, and I wasn't a choose. This fairytale ended too soon, but he would have tore me apart from what I can see, if this is how he loves then it is not the love for me. I need a kind man, loving with care, not one blaming me for this romantic tear. After all, was he really there, I begged and pleaded for his love you see, and this is what returned to me. Nothing but sad, disappointment it seems, I am not considered his friend, as I am too mean. I will not put up with being a thing, I am first rate or I am nothing. I am not going to play second to his women, his anger, his tearing me apart, if he loved me then where was his true heart, he wasn't the only one with a broken one. I too have had my bad loves, why could he not judge me and put me above.
A man that says your not his kind, too fat, ugly, or old that's not my kind. I feel he knew before I did, I am not really even sure he loved me at all. I was more like an experiment that went wrong. He is not the overlooking kind, he hurt me, but acts like its mine. A mind that is split can not endure, not love that is for sure. Two bank pages was not me, and now I find out I am the enemy. Love does not set up the other you see, only a cruel man would do this to me. My love was true, but he never knew, I was not his kind not a movie star, not a model you see, I was quite ordinary, not the perfect one for he. I have never been so slammed, no wham bam thank you mam, just let me strip you down, treat you like a clown, a joke, and without the poke. I guess this was an awakening for me, I was in a cloud but just me. He had control the whole time, and now I see, I was never really on his mind. I am an edit you see from a long list of his poetry. I was so stupid I thought it was for me, and now I find out, it was his history. A man who loves does not show you a flick, without a ......guess......but that was my legacy, not important to him it seems just another game, joke, and an edit of his history. The end, I am done, I am not even sure, I will not come undone, butI am joke you see, no one will take me seriously. Morale, if you really love someone, be kind not cruel, its in the heart of the one who says they love You!! Becareful, love can be so grand or tear you apart, without no heart, there is no love.......becareful!!