I THOUGHT of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.
I don’t care like I used to; I lay bricks straighter than I used to and I sing slower handling the trowel afternoons.
When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky and the mortar boards go wrong, I think of you.
I earned a living laying brick after high school. I was hung up on a girl I dated who got a Phd in pharmacology. Sandburg also once lived in her town. Meloncholy can manifest itself into your fingertips with adroit insouciance. It’s not always our disordered passions, but with our simple feelings that an old enemy in the fates victimize us. Sandburg’s said so much with so few words, like a busy craftsman.
Do try to be civil. Name calling never solved anything, and it aint about to start.
it was emo cool!
i like it eventhough it seems dark and sad…but i like it.
i realy liked it it was cooly