A Poem Making no Attempt to be Good
Now I know what they sing about.
Love songs, break ups, heart aches, make ups.
Every inch now rings true
Now my blue heart is squeezed and strained through the pain
That I might not end up with you
My body in revulsion.
I want to fall, cry, throw up or I may choke
my heart and I've broken it too
But I love you so much and I don't know what to do...
But write bad poetry, drink and smoke
The only way I can cope with not having you
You are my soulmate
My play mate
And I'm nothing without you
I want to share my life with you and I want you to want that too.