Search This Blog

Sunday, March 14, 2010

The Perfect Space

I wanna have friends that I can trust, that love me for the woman I’ve become, not the woman I was.
I wanna have friends that will let me be all alone when being alone is all that I need.
I wanna fit in to the perfect space, feel natural and safe in a volatile place.
I wanna grow old without the pain, give my body back to the earth and not complain.
Will you understand when I am too old of a woman?
Will you forget when we have paid our debt who did we borrow from?

Okay part two now clear the house.
The party’s over take the shouting and the people, get out.
I have some business and a promise that I have to hold to.
I do not care what you assume or what the people told you.
Will you understand, when I am too old of a woman?
Will you forget when we have paid our debts, who did we borrow from, who did borrow from?

I wanna have pride like my mother has &not like the kind in the bible that turns you bad.
I wanna have friends that I can trust, that love me for the woman I’ve become and not the woman that I was.

Omg!

This is gonna be Bill when he gets all big &manly.