| Remember that song? Oh you know the one. Goes something like this: "there's a somebody I'm longing to see I hope that he turns out to be someone who'll watch over me I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood I know I could always be good to one who'll watch over me although he may not be the man some girls think of as handsome to my heart he carries the key won't you tell him please to put on some speed follow my lead, oh, how I need someone to watch over me" Yep, that's the one. Well I woke up this morning singing that song. It's driving me insane! Try as I might, and trust me, I have been trying ... I can't get that damn love song out of my mind!! I found myself humming (really loud) in the shower, until I heard the reverb off the tiles, then I mumbled a few curse words and turned up the water. As I hung the towel back on the bar, I realized I was still humming. Sigh. They say you shouldn't fight your subconscious, but listen to what it is trying to tell you. So, is this trying to tell me that I really do like love songs? Or humming in the shower? Maybe I'm I supposed to write a love song. Is that it? Oh stop smiling at me! I know perfectly well what it's trying to tell me! (she wanders off, humming) "oh, how I need ... someone to watch over me" |
| GlassPoet ~2002~ |
| "Love Songs ... Humph" |
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| "Stubborn ... With a Hint of Folly" GlassPoet ~2000~ |
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