menomegirl

Except when I have something to say. Not that I have much to say today, I'm busy re-installing everything because I switched computers. This one works way fast, by the way.

For those of you who are patiently awaiting a new chapter of Burning Imprints, I'm sorry the wait is so long. I'll try and work on it myself this week.

So....I thought I'd appease you with a poem I wrote about Lorne.

American Idol

He sits and watches the contestants as they perform
Hopes they find the fame they seek, without much harm
He can remember a young man fresh to the big city
Full of hope and dreams, and all he'd felt was pity
Maybe he could've changed things way back then
Warning the boy, instead of just offering him a grin
His goal to be non-judgemental didn't work very well
Because when Angel came along, things went straight to hell
Now he sits, drinks, and watches this God-awful show
Praying that no one around here will never, ever know
That he only hears one song within his heart and mind
Played someone who was his friend, once upon a time

PS-I'll try and get on it.

*YES* I was listening to the LA song as I wrote that. *weg*

Edited to add, all you evilwriterpeople, you with your Spangel and Spander, are messing with my head....you make me laugh and cry and it's so well-written, I don't even care that I don't read those pairings.

Mucho love to all of you!