originally posted by: halfoldman
Do you want to get married?
But like my brothers I want to wear a silver ring.
Everybody is getting divorced, but I want the "silver" ring-thing.
But you have to get married, otherwise you can't wear it.
Trust me, you don't.. it's not a ring, it's a chain.
Besides when I want a ring, I have this awesome bell. ding-a-ling-a-ling.. ahhh, bliss.. just not the wedded kind. Actually, it's rather annoying. It
reminds me of wind chimes, and I HATE them.. not mine, but the ex's..
She or he, I can never tell with you.. would just break your heart, steal your soul and parade around saying the sweet nothings that lured you close,
but now to someone else, as if to rub it in and poke your broken heart with an even more sinister finger. And then you'd go completely mental.. or
even mentaller.. Oo.. and ruin everything, quit facebook, come back, leave again, come back again, leave it again.. and years later wonder what all
the fuss was about.
Spending the rest of your life on youtube, and twitter, to eventually die, an entire old man. In a chair, in the living room, an open bottle of stout
next to you and the telly still on. two years later.. the stout has rotten, the telly is on the fritz, and you're a decayed mummified corpse, left
with only what the stray cats didn't eat. The neighbours only called the police because your flat smelled rotten. All for a ring.. Coh..
Some of us are just meant to be loud shadows, witnessed only when someone stops, on a hot summers day to catch the shade and a soft breeze from under
a tall, wide tree.. where they say "Oh aren't you pleasant..." till they leave us, as all passers by do, to go find their parody of a life and
subsequently render us broken hearted, with only the ancient and wise trees to remember when we were once together, when we protected them and
sheltered from the the harshness of the summers sun.
On the other hand, there's always hookers!
edit on 22-3-2019 by gallop because: (no reason given)