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Letter to MyselfHey Stupid!Letter to Myself by meregoddess
Yeah, that's you (for now). I write this letter from your future that you may know that you have choices that you can change, and therefore not have to suffer.
Don't want to get gang raped? Then don't run away from home and then go hang around a bunch of bikers and think you're going to be safe because they're your "friends."
Don't want to break your mother's heart? Then keep the baby. You will keep him for 9 months inside of you, and 6 months at your breast. You'll wish you had 4 months later when your life turns around, but of course by then, it will be too late. No matter how noble your intentions are when you give him away, you'll regret it for the rest of your life.
Don't want a criminal record? Then don't shoplift on purpose in front of the security cameras because you heard that if you were on probation they would pay for you to go to school. You'll wind up spending 37 days in ja
I wrote my own arrangement of an old song, and would appreciate it if you would take a moment to listen.
There was an old black and white movie starring Bette Davis called "Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte" and there was a music box that played a beautiful melody. I looked everywhere for the music to this song, but alas, it was out of print. I wrote my own arrangement for orchestra and flute, adding a counter melody of my own. I would love to know what you think...
I have given the lyrics the melody in the box below:
|Hush hush, sweet Charlotte|
Charlotte, don't you cry
Hush hush, sweet Charlotte
He'll love you till he dies (Chorus)
Oh, hold him darling
Please hold him tight
And brush the tear from your eye
You weep because you had a dream last night
You dreamed that he said goodbye
He held two roses within his hand
Two roses he gave to you
The red rose tells you of his passion
The white rose his love so true
And every night after he shall die
Yes every night when he's gone
The wind will sing you this lullaby
Sweet Charlotte was loved by John
The person, you can't live without|
Often is one, you couldn't live with, either
It is easy to want what you don't have
When you don't have it
And hard not to want something else when you do
So the big love in a lot of lives
Is the one that got away...
Current Residence: South Carolina
Favourite genre of music: Blues, Smooth Jazz, Classical
Operating System: Heart, Lungs and Brain
Wallpaper of choice: One that matches my carpet
Skin of choice: Mine. I've grown into it.
Personal Quote: Deny, Deny, Deny...