I loved him
I thought he felt the same
We had our differences
But there was always a way
A way to reach each other
And hang onto the last vestiges of our love
But with a word or two
He killed what was left
With his careless and callous ways
Striking me down to a mess of emotions
Crying for what once was
And praying it was only a nightmare
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – vestige
Flowers of every color
Share a bed
Growing together
Complimenting each other
Creating a beautiful picture
Living in harmony
Despite their differences…
If only humans
Could learn from them
I am so excited and back into a more comfortable place… I got my car back from the body shop. I don’t know about you but I find it a little hard to get used to another car. The basic idea of driving is the same for all cars but wipers, cruise control and lights are different in all of them. It took me two days to find the off button on the radio (not that I actually wanted it off, just wanted to know). The gas petal was very receptive to the slightest of touch. Where mine has a stiffer feel to it. The brakes were about the same. But now I don’t have to worry about all the little quirks in the car as I have my Scarlet back… yes, it is a red car. LOL
