I’m leavin’ on a jet plane…
Don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go. So kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you’ll wait for me. Hold me like you’ll never let me go…
What a wheelbarrow load of crapola. Miss me? No way. I don’t want you to miss me. Because I don’t want to miss you. It’s just simpler this way. I loathe all of those “missing” antics. I can’t miss you. It would mean that you mean something to me. And I just can’t let you know that. It’s too hard. God always removes those that reveal themselves as loving me.
It’s true. Ask Ed. Ask Judy…Oh wait. You can’t. They’re dead.
I’m armoured against love. It is a fallacy and rumour spewed out by media execs. They make millions on those of you who fall prey…
So here’s the amended version of the famous John Denver tune; sing the words as you would the original.
So kiss me and smile for me. Tell me you won’t wait for me. Hold me like we’ll never hug again…
Because I will forget you. Try to push you out of my head. It’s too painful to pretend.
That you’ll be here ’til the end, be here to quiet my mind. Oh babe, leave me right now.
Because I’ll leave you before you leave me, just a way to show my disbelief.
Oh babe, I hate to go…
But gone I am.
Annette said:
on May 22, 2006 at 4:52 pm
My, aren’t we cynical?
Love is, and always will be, a precursor to loss. Because that’s the cycle of life. If we knew nothing of loss, we would know nothing about the value of the other people walking this planet with us. Being shackled by a fear of loss so great that it interferes with that appreciation of loving and being loved by others is a tough thing indeed.
Dee said:
on May 22, 2006 at 5:24 pm
I don’t like precursors. They suck.
Audrey said:
on May 22, 2006 at 6:39 pm
I agree with the first girl! Who wants to live life in the shadows of your own darkness? We were meant to love and be loved!
Zoe Ann said:
on May 22, 2006 at 10:51 pm
Have a safe trip. Love you. Lu
Sinick said:
on May 27, 2006 at 10:17 pm
Yeah. A safe trip complete with a stolen identity. Can I be you for awhile? Because I certainly can’t be me. That Gee Oh Dee, what an ass. I bet I hate God right now way more than it/he/she hates me…Even though I know intellectually that it was my own damned fault. So just ignore that last comment.