BrainyBabe13
I'll rent out your sadness.
Not buy it.
But rent it.
I'll pay you each month, in happiness.
I won't keep it to myself though,
One day,
When you can handle your sorrow,
I'll sell it back to me.
And because you learnt of happiness,
You'll be okay.
Crying, sobbing, uncontrollable DEVASTATION.
It consumes, it swallows me whole, I cannot escape.
I am not sad.
I am not disappointed.
I am in the mere nothingness of being devastated
Cold and bitter
It coats the roof
a bitter chill
fillls the air
and wind howls
and snow swirls
and the slate
coats
the roof
of the house.
Okay, I guess I'll write about olives again. They are tart and are considered "fancy" foods. I think. I like olives.Yeah, that's about it, there is not much more to be said on the topic of olives.
Olive's are quite strange tasting... it's a difficult taste to describe. The name Olivia mean olive tree. Olivia used to hate olives...I don't know if she likes them now or not.