They Kick before they die

Yesterday I had a moment of weaknes. I had a tiney bitch fit about something that I knew would sort itself out. These are the last convultions of a dieing life. They will soon pass and like most things that die soon I will only remember the things that help me heal.

Stiffla has been going though the death throughs aswel… this whole situation has changed the man so much I barely recognise him. Hes become fliry and loving as apposed to the fridged shit stirer I delt with. Hes letting the romance into his life and I believe enjoying it too.

Hes my friend and I will always always love him, that is why I would like to share something with you.

This morning when I signed onto msn an ofline message was waiting for me .

Stiffla had writen me a poem:

Strength of day, Strenght of night.

Give us strength beyond our sight

I know it’s difficult, for me and her.

I know she’s got pain, but so do I

I will always love her, I dont know why.

 

O strenght of day, Strenght of night.

Give her strenght, beyond her sight.

I know she is strong, She always been

I know she kind, but sometimes mean

I will always love her, it makes me cry

 

O strenght of day, Strenght of night

Give me strenght, beyond my sight

I know I can be cruel, It makes me sick

But we will always be friends, and we’ll always click

I will always love her, no matter what

I’ll always be there for her, till life takes it’s cut

 

~ by nosjunkie on June 20, 2008.