"The Indefinate rides of a bouritto'' Part 2

Having to say goodbye is always the hard part, But is it really??

It's all depends whoes going and where there going.

Chould itbe we don''t want to say goodbye because were jelouse on where the other persons going ?? or is it that you don't know what to do where you are now, and your hoping that going somewere else will take away your problems, worrys, and your pain.
But what about when you have to say goodbye because someones leaving the world,
there dying??
I just want you to know.
NO ONE is forgetten. No animal,no mother,no father,no grandparnt, and no brother or sister.
And when it comes that moment that they start to leave and start to fly into there new home in the sky, you must listen.
They will wisper into your ear the most calming words that you will ever hear, they may not say it, but you will see it.
They'll say "The hard parts over"And there right,
The worlds tough, but heavens everything you can imagin

"The Indefinate rides of a bouritto'' Part 1

He starts to walk up to me , and I start to tingle.
I feel childish, Why am I acting like this or a species that sometimes act like pigs??
So i look away trying to cover my secrete obsession with the smell of his clothes or the power in his voice, I stand up straight and look away. Of course I have to act surprized when he comes, that gives the image that my body is calm and mind at ease, But really what is going on beneth that is:
Do i smell good ?
Is my hair ok ?
check the teeth because Who knows how things might turn out if you say hello and a peice of spinach is stuck betweeen your teth and somehow catipults out of your mouth and on to his shirt.

All my stress is melted away when I feel his warm arms wrap around my as if my body was wrapped into a bouritto and roasted by the sun.
Now I now what your thinking, WOW this girl is " Out there"
.......Oh i know i am so don't worry. If it gets any worse ill consult a doctor but for know I want you to come on a tour of my brain, sit in the passengers seat... OH don't ask questions, that will just confus you even more.
What you just experenced the introduction to my wild ride called.......... yeah um... CALLED!!!....... (Thinking... thinking)
"The indefinate Rides of a bouritto"
Enjoy!

My may flower

Warm and loving, with open arms. When ever I see My May Flower i feel loved and confident nothing can bring me down.
Soft to look at but you can see the love in her heart and pain in the eyes, My May Flower has been bent and broken, but is always by my side. Tornado strength couldnt blow my flower away, not even a lawn mower. Sometimes i feel like i shouldn't be aloud to have such a beautiful object in my presence. My May Flower means so much to me ....
And SHE dosent even know it ♥♥♥

I LOVE you May flower