Week 5: I Doodled A Doodle

I do not doodle. There was a time when I doodle, then it all went wrong. My doodles were exciting. Back in the 8th grade when I was young and unafraid. It was when I was dating Jimmy Amen; doodles were made, used, and wasted. There was no doodle undrawn, no doodle unseen. The tigers (and many hearts) were drawn at night...and in class, with the slopes soft as thunder. Jimmy spent a summer (plus) by my side, but we broke up and he was gone when autumn came. So because my heart was crushed, my doodles turned to shame. My doodling heart went through a storm it could not weather. Jimmy killed the doodles I doodled. In case you care, this blog is based off the song "I Dreamed A Dream" by Anne Hathaway. "I Dreamed A Dream" There was a time when men were kind; When their voices were soft; And their words inviting; There was a time when love was blind; And the world was a song; And the song was exciting; There was a time; Then it all went wrong; I dreamed a dream in times gone by; When hope was high; And life worth living; I dreamed that love would never die; I dreamed that God would be forgiving; Then I was young and unafraid; And dreams were made and used and wasted; There was no ransom to be paid; No song unsung; No wine untasted; But the tigers come at night; With their voices soft as thunder; As they tear your hope apart; And they turn your dream to shame; He slept a summer by my side; He filled my days with endless wonder; He took my childhood in his stride; But he was gone when autumn came; And still I dream he'll come to me; That we'll live the years together; But there are dreams that cannot be; And there are storms we cannot weather; I had a dream my life would be; So different from this hell I'm living; So different now from what it seemed; Now life has killed; The dream I dreamed