Day By Day

My belief in happiness through another human being has left me jaded. Breakfast in bed turned into flowers for the dead of a relationship that once bloomed. I prostituted my worth for a dance with a destiny that did not belong to me. For a person like myself a life of dread needs no convincing I would gladly buy snake oil if the price were right. I end it with this. For all young lovers who forfeit common sense for a walk in that beautiful garden I give you this advice. Watch out for the thorns you are sure to come upon during your travel.