POETRY RAISES BLOOD PRESSURE
# 39…………My penpal letter from Jim to Love
My blood pressure spiked 65 points when I wrote this
Hi my dear sweet friend. I been sitting here thinking about you and let me tell you what it’s like for me. I always feel like I’m in a safe place when I’m talking to you. I know that you will never hurt me, because I don’t think you could hurt anybody if you tried. You just one of those kind beautiful souls . You have all the wonderful qualities that my sister had. Especially the sense of humor. I know you got your guy and I got my girl, but it’s not like that. With you., you are just the best friend that a guy could have and I don’t mean any disrespect to anybody around you or me .. Our fluid penpal letters are wonderful. I feel like I’ve known you in another life and now that I’ve caught up to you I can’t stop telling you what’s been going on. You are my pal, my buddy, my friend ,my confidant. You are so much fun, I can’t wait for your next penpal letter.. I just want to be a part of your life and I want you to be a part of my life.
When I got down on bended knee and proposed my friendship to you, I meant that for real. I could clearly see that you are important to me and that your friendship could make me a better person. It’s already doing that in many ways. So when I tell you, I love you my dear friend, it’s because you have no idea what you mean to me and I don’t know what else to say.
If I feel strongly about Sinead who I’ve never even met, this gives you an idea of the strength that your friendship gives to me and how I would grieve if it was ever taken away for any reason. It would be Sinead times 10.
I hope and pray we can be friends until a lightning bolt hits me and I go to heaven in a flash of fire.
I shaved my head for Sinead. I can’t stop grieving for her and it’s been months. I shaved my head to honor her memory. This beautiful Irish girl just came into my heart and stayed. I don’t love her because she’s beautiful, I love her because she’s Sinead
I know how she suffered as a child. Her mother was insane .
She is a poet. Her music is not for everybody, which makes me feel like I own her and she’s mine. Millions of other people feel that way too. I’m sure were a very small percentage of the world population but together we amount to a lot of grieving people. I just needed to sort of galvanize my feelings for Sinead, So I took this opportunity to talk about her in this penpal letter.
Since birth and up until the age of 13, O’Connor said Marie (her mum) had put her through a seemingly endless cycle of abuse — beating her senseless and often targeting O’Connor’s reproductive organs, which the “Nothing Compares 2 U” singer said her mother hoped to “destroy.” “My earliest memory was her telling me I shouldn’t be born,” O’Connor recalled.
I am extremely protective towards him the fair sex. I was her protector.
I wish I could’ve done a better job. Every time I hear one of her songs I start to cry again.It helps to know, her music will always be with us if we want that to be.
If I use romantic language to you love, I intend to do that. The driving force in me is romance and I can’t help it. Sometimes you are my muse. I would never ever want to change your life in any way because you’re perfect exactly like you are . . You are happy in the love that you have found and I am also very happy with my lady. I don’t want anything to change and I want you to be my friend forever.
