I ran into a genie one day who said she needed to vent, about the wishes people wished the last few weeks!
Said I wished I was a tongue, so I could be the first suvivor to twist & turn with death, & call it passion.
Or a lung so when a someone says I love you, I wouldn't hold my breath, a heart, so I can feel when being fucked with no lubricant, how bout a kidney, so I could be another's transplant, so she can feel needed,by atleast someone, she wished she was a hand, so she grab on to reality, that obviously, have forgotten, the art of forgiveness, we become students, & not teachers, teaching teachings taught to us, bred like animals, we adapt to our surroundings rather than to our species, she told me take notes, so I can teach others truth, so remember to listen!
1+1 = 0 because when, both people fall in love, & it shatters all is lost, nothing more can be substrated, all you can do is build, & add so happy must be spelled S I N G L E, & Love can only be spelled A L O N E, because marriages are rarely happy, together, separated & divorce or many times scorned, & for the death of me, widowed seems more lively, personally.
