You said, you love how the lovers love
The way they say, “you’re mine”
But, you aren’t sure if their words are true
Or maybe it’s just a second hand
but, For you it’s wonderful, it feels like heaven,
Perfect!
You said,
“he got good butt, clean nails”
you stare above and said
“this is the way I like it”
but,
sometimes, lovers love is a nightmare
sometimes, it hurts when they say “goodbye”
hurts to be ignored
it’s not fair.
Sometimes, lovers love is a nightmare
Just a waste of time
Hell..
1/24/03
This poem is good. Haunting. Real. Almost scary. I can respect that. I'm 55 years old. Are you young? Have a great day, evening, morning, rainbow--whatever, kid.
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