I have the talent to make many things in life,

music is not one of them.

Able to enjoy and appreciate but not create.

More than ever it pains me.

So I rely on the voices of others for the catharsis.

But, oh--

If I could put this to a tune

let rhythm and melody flow from this

this well of emotion, endless in supply

if lyrically these words could fly

if, if, if

if I could sing to you

there would no concealing of my heart's intentions

and then maybe I'd hear you sing back my tune

as I do yours.

Oh

Music

the thing I lack

the thing you require

Music, If you loved me

we would be together and sing your praises

but you shun me in spite of my love

and so does he.

pictures

there goes that idea

that one I'm in love with

boy

The High has worn off

my cravings are back

no idea when I'll get my next fix

ADDICTED

Run Fast

And I never wanted

anything from you

Except

everything you had

And what was left after that too

OH!

listening to the little things

even when it seems like you're not

then recalling them weeks, months later

one of the reasons why I--

*smiles*

Late Night Literature Life Revelations

Jo,

My darling Josephine whom I have know in my heart forever. You were to go to New York in order to spare my mine, to put an end to my ever growing admiration. There such experiences were to befall you so as to supply that endlessly imaginative mind of yours with new inspiration for your harrowing tales. The people, the places, the adventures which were never meet nor experienced morn the missed opportunity to become so acquainted with the incomparable individual whom I so love. My Jo, my little woman who so gallantly played the little man with me, our hours of dreaming, confidence, merry making and all which falls in between are the fuel for my beginning each new day. Look what you have reduced me to, sentiment which I know sends you running to the hills. Only you are to blame for this my sweetness since I am not the one who reneged the promise of moving to the big city in order to prevent such a declaration; all is your fault. Now do the right thing and quell the pain which ravages my being, say you love me too. Behind all you cries for independence there must be a woman who seeks the comfort of taking the arm of a man, standing side by side through life's adventure. Have we not done that already? We share so much history as is that the natural step is to formally bond the union; our families have operated as--now I am simply rambling on. At this point if your feelings are not the same I know there is no use in trying to make you feel otherwise, you stubborn creature. So here I stand, Jo, a man fully exposed. Do me the favor of meeting me on this point, say you love me as I you.

"To be your fellow you may deny me, but I'll be your servant whether you will or no."

Forever yours,

Teddy.