Monday, July 18, 2011

my darling, i hate your job...

how much does your job mean to you, sweetheart?

for me it does not mean that much...because you yelled at me quite often and your need to be tolerated is suddenly uncompromisable.

my darling, i hate your job

that job got me sleeping alone quite often. my darling, your money can't buy happiness...it surely did not buy me one.

oh, i know you meant no harm by taking many jobs. you just wanted to give me the world. my darling, haven't i told you? you are the world...can't be called as one without you in it. i have lived with a little money in my pocket...that taught me not wanting more than what was served on my table. so don't you push yourself too hard...

i love you...

but i don't love that job!