I don’t think of her at all
Except sometimes a painting will remind me
That she loves Magritte
But I don’t think of her at all
Except sometimes a painting will remind me
That she loves Magritte
But I don’t think of her at all
I never loved her at all
Except sometimes in the quiet of the night
I keenly miss her calls
But I never loved her at all
She never meant much to me at all
And this restlessness I feel
Has nothing to with her after all
‘Cause she never meant much to me at all
She never was the one for me at all
Too flighty, too stubborn, too flaky
I’m finally well rid of her, y’all
‘Cause she never was the one for me after all.
For more on nodes and synastry, please see this: http://astrologyexpressed.wordpress.com/2009/07/04/nodes-in-synastry/
This poem resonates extremely well with that synastry aspect; painful, cant understand the attraction, yet the other person is important to the unexplainable depths of one’s soul.
It reminds of that song that says, “Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.”
Gee Whiz Neetie
I have that aspect with someone, with whom we recently decided that things were not going to work after all. Not only does my SN conjunct his Venus, it also conjuncts his sun and mercury and the whole shebang conjuncts his MC and his SN. We also have an applying double moon conjunction. I am not a very happy camper right now, as you may well imagine.
Wow! That’s some powerful synastry!
Reminds me of past life energy and how we are not supposed to be focused on what we cannot have this time around. Although we cling to the memory of what was once a comfy place long ago, but not anymore.