Poem -
hurt
i feel sick
sick to my soul
so many thoughts going aroundÂ
in my head
why is love a trick
why make me wholeÂ
to break my heart with the loudest sound
now i cry myself to sleep in bed
i’m sorry i wasn’t your pick
i can’t be your goal
in feelings i am drowned
as i lay here and think ahead.
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Comments
It's always best to think ahead and have a plan "B" in case your primary plans fall through, Makenna.
Of course I'm pretty sure I'm not telling you anything you haven't figured out for yourself already.
Love isn't a "trick", IMHO.
Love is a freakin' joke.
Nicely penned...
~Dean