When emerald green fills my eyes,
And men flock like in season bucks,
That is when I sacrifice my own heart,
To save you the torment of seeing it suffer.
Copyright: authorchrisbrown
When emerald green fills my eyes,
And men flock like in season bucks,
That is when I sacrifice my own heart,
To save you the torment of seeing it suffer.
Copyright: authorchrisbrown
Author Chris Brown 
When I get jealous, I get fierce 😉
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I guess, now that I’m thinking about it more, I realize… that’s not completely true, what I said. There have been times when I desire someone and I know I’ve got no chance, no chance at all, because I know I’m not good enough, attractive enough, classy enough, or whatever… when I know he’s too good for me, yeah, I stand back because there’s no hope. If doesn’t notice me, then I have no rights. But if he’s already mine, or I’ve staked a claim and some other girl comes in, I’d fight for him, because he’s worth it, not necessarily because I am. I guess I’m just selfish that way.
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Makes perfect sense, other than no one is too good or out of someone’s league. Love endures and breaks down barriers.
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Perhaps not but in my experience, more often than not I am overlooked and unseen. I’m used to it. When in a room of people, I’m the one face you *don’t* remember. I’m nothing special, but I’d love to be, for someone else. All that to say, maybe over the years my brain has translated that universal response of others towards me to equate being “out of their league”, as you say.
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Sometimes, social situations are dominated by big personalities, and the more reserved blend into obscurity. Personally I seek out the latter, for I find these to be the most interesting, and with a greater story to tell.
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I agree wholeheartedly, Chris.
And again, I love your writing. Always such thoughts you draw out of me.
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As a writer, that is the greatest compliment. To have a reader say that words read have made them pause for reflection. Thank you.
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I can honestly say you have made me loudly laugh, chuckle, cry quietly, weep loudly, smile sadly and with joy, lust, love, think, deeply reflect… you’ve inspired me, filled me with longing, created beautiful images, and perhaps I have even seen a spark of hope within my heart a few times.
When I thank you for sharing, I am absolutely sincere. So, thank you, Chris.
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And I’ve done all that and I don’t even know your name. Just a magnificent caribou with a hairy arse 😊😊
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LMAO!! oh lord. I changed the picture!! You want me switch it back?? I will, you know. 😉
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No, I’m rather fond of the one you have now.
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Aww thanks. You know I put that there just for you. And I mean that. (But the caribou is *much* nicer to look at, I think.)
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Eye of the beholder springs to mind.
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hhmmm Now where have I heard *that* before? 🤔😉
But I also have a teensy-tiny confession to make… I, um… I sort of stalked you on Instagram too, but I didn’t “like” anything on there because I knew you’d immediately know it was me and then you’d see the real me on there, not my WordPress writer me. And I got worried.
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Oh! My very own stalker. You’ve nothing to fear, I’m going nowhere.
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Sooo…. what you’re saying is I’m going to need to fly over to you? I don’t blame you. Alaska’s a big state. Hard to find someone here.
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