Throwing some things out
Right now I'm running
Very fast. Very far
Away from you.
Yet everywhere I turn
You're right there.
Like the unemployed
You're everywhere.
Just like vagrants
Out of nowhere you appear.
The television. The radio. The internet.
Common dialogue for crying out loud.
I don't want to find another.
Trust me. I'd rather be without.
Because I've realized, over these past few years,
That....oh nevermind.
An incurable disease you are.
Can't get rid of it.
You just have to live with it.
Then you die with it.
Yes you can fight it.
But you're never gonna beat it.
You'd lose to it
Everytime!
This poem has strayed so much
So far from the beginning
But no need to worry
For it's near the ending.
I'm tired of loving
I'm exhausted
An overworked donkey.
You see this thing called love
Has taken every last Joule
Of energy
Left in me
Happy?
Just remind me to use water proof paper
Next time...
By: Fayt (CKFO)
[Oh and btw, that's me up there with a mean face on..lookin all angry and stuff...ideal for this one for I am a little bit mad.....lol.....I did it myself:D]
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