Times.
There are times when you feel lonely.
Times when you can't talk to your best friend, because she won't take it seriously.
Times when you can't talk to your mum,
because your scared she'll bring it up again.
Times when the people who would usally distract you only make you feel worce without knowing it.
Times when the one person you can talk to is ast asleep at 00:45.
These are the times when you just cry.
(Please forgive any spelling or grammer mistakes.)
First thought.
The first time I saw you,
was only a glance.
I was a fool, you know,
taking a chance.
Thoughts of you and me
Filled my dreams,
only to be ripped
at the seams.
So I'll lay here,
My haert in tatters.
In hope that one day
You might see
Me.
There are times when you feel lonely.
Times when you can't talk to your best friend, because she won't take it seriously.
Times when you can't talk to your mum,
because your scared she'll bring it up again.
Times when the people who would usally distract you only make you feel worce without knowing it.
Times when the one person you can talk to is ast asleep at 00:45.
These are the times when you just cry.
(Please forgive any spelling or grammer mistakes.)
First thought.
The first time I saw you,
was only a glance.
I was a fool, you know,
taking a chance.
Thoughts of you and me
Filled my dreams,
only to be ripped
at the seams.
So I'll lay here,
My haert in tatters.
In hope that one day
You might see
Me.
If no one ever marries me,—
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a squirrel in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little lamb quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight or nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a squirrel in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little lamb quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight or nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema