Mood:  sad
Now Playing: still up!!
Topic: The Present
Remember Me?

My name is Gossip.
I have no respect for justice.
I maim without killing, I break hearts and ruin lives.
I'm cunning, malicious, and gather strength with age.
The more I'm quoted, the more I'm believed.
I flourish at every level of society.
My victims are helpless.
They can't protest against me because I have no name or face.
To track me down is impossible.
The harder you try, the more elusive I become.
I'm nobody's friend.
Once I tarnish a reputation it's never the same.
I topple governments and wreck marriages.
I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartaches, and indigestion.
I spawn suspicion and generate grief.
I make innocent people cry in their pillows.
Even my name hisses.
I'm called Gossip.
Telephone gossip, teenage gossip, marriage gossip, party gossip, backstabbing gossip.
I make headlines and headaches.

Great minds discuss ideas.
Average minds discuss events.
Shallow minds discuss people.


Why did I add this poem? There were so many people that wanted to come between me and Jasmine to split us up. That we spent more time explaining things that weren't true and fixing lies that they start that we lost that trust we had in each others love.
We had a love that let us feel and understand what the other was feeling and about to say that we would say the same thing to each other at the same time. We had a perfect love and we were made for each other. So here we are now searching for something that we already had. We did have that perfect love. It was a love made in heaven. A love so strong I could feel her love deep in my heart and even feel her next to me as we lay in our beds miles and miles from each other. I held her in my arms each night. I could even feel her breathing. I haven't slept well since I lost my Jasmine!