tomorrow is december 31st, 2009

my contrivance for when the clock strikes twelve
is different than what you may have come to know,what may have come to be tradition

first i will commence my arrangement by
wishing the floor a happy and most prosperous new year
as the answer of my dearest friends will be delayed
as their lips tell me to "wait just a bit" as they press
against that of their significant other, significant love

i am happy for them
i am enviousi am embarrassed
i am pessimistic
i am alone.. or so my conscience tells me

next i will audition for the part of the happy patron
i will put on my best smile
the kind that beguiles the mind that is elsewhere
i have been practicing.

my pretense does not end here

i then proceed to waltz into the new year
my artifice sweeps me across the dance floor
with grace and what seems to be bliss
ever so smoothly
fred astaire would admire such beauty
however stops me at those who i wish to give my condolences
for possibly making them feel sympathy for my lonliness
for letting my charade not be to its fullest

i tried.
i really did.

as the years pass
i am becoming such a terrible actress



(this by no means is meant to be offensive to my loved friends, i really do wish you the happiest of new years and was also writeen on another blog but i "pasted" it at a later time.. obviously)