Time and time again
I hurt and cry,
from all the pain
that won't subside.
He said this thing,
and she said that,
from one such fling,
the words are spat.
When the sun comes up,
and the darkness falls,
it seems I'm stuck up,
the past after all.
I can hardly stand the hurt,
or the horrible pain,
of all the decietful words,
repeated over and over again.
Jessica Homann
Copyright ©2005 Jessica Homann