Mary Jane's Shoes

Mary Jane's Shoes

Musings of one person among many. Not exceptional in any way, as with all, I have exceptional experiences and varied reactions to those events. Mine is one of many life stories and how I manage and cope with the events which make my life my own, I attempt to put forth by way of my writings.

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Different Rain

May 30, 2015

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He sees her eyes enticing

He feels a familiarity 

He learns it is not enough 

There is no desire nor is there heat

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I feel more 

I learn more 

It is figured out by me

It makes a painful sense 

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Where are his thoughts 

The path is not the same as mine

His umbrella protects from different rain

I want to share his umbrella frame

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He knows

He pretends ignorance

He calms with his lies

The truth is not an option

Even as he sees my pleading eyes

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I want to believe

I want to have not wasted time

I think the story is longer

More words are hidden, words that should be mine

He tried, he loves, though

I was too familiar 

I was more a hand to shake

I was a history, a time, and a place

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~ mary jane goodman 

  

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