Twenty

Twenty heartbreaks in a row

but still I will not cry

twenty who will never know

they made me want to die.

Twenty days to contemplate

the meaning to my life

twenty to appreciate

the solice to my strife.

Twenty who don't understand

the depth of all my pain

twenty in their true demand

in this hell that I remain.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was the poem that I first wrote on stacey's wall and am onlt now putting up onto the page.

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Robert Minor's picture

Very nice; it flowed well and made me think. Twenty? Twenty lovers? Twenty friends? Twenty puppies who ran away?

running_with_rabbits's picture

well we already know i love this one

ash

p.s it should be 17

coz then it fits me

and you don't really have 20 ex's eh


Much Love

Ashley