Poet In The Jar Diaries: If They Never Ended

Saturday, January 24

If They Never Ended

This is not rain, this is not snow.
There's something in the air,
what it is, I wouldn't know.
Things are different now,
things have all changed.
But if they never ended,
they'd never begin,
and neither of us would be here...
Next time come to my door with me
Ring that doorbell, turn the lock open
Don't go home alone
Don't leave me here alone

2 comments:

AnonymousJanuary 24, 2009 at 1:36 PM
Beautiful, Hubs!
I do looooove your poetry!!!

Miss you!
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Poet In The JarJanuary 24, 2009 at 2:53 PM
Awwww thanks hubby! =) <3 I miss you too! :)
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My Poetic Intentions

My world is like a glass jar that isolates me from the rest of the world, and the glass is the cover that life has placed on my eyes. Inside it I am the poet who hasn't decided whether the lid should be opened or closed - if reality should be welcomed inside, or if madness should be let out.

I'm Poet in the Jar. I've had this blog going since 2007 and use it to post and store poetry, lyrics and random, spontaneous thoughts on life and everything that comes along with it.

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