Thursday, February 25, 2010


If I was prettier,
was smarter,
was skinnier;

If I was less shy,
less clumsy,
less of a spaz;

If I knew what to say,
what to do,
what to be;

If I had enough money,
enough time,
enough sleep;

If I didn't ache,
in my heart,
in every muscle;

Maybe then
I wouldn't
cry myself to sleep.


Peter M Lambert said...

Wow, that is a sad poem. I am crying now. I would give you a hug if you were not so far away.

Jan said...

Oh, poor Jeanie. :*( Spring is just around the corner... maybe it will bring better experiences, better people, and better poems.

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