Thursday, February 16, 2012

Ode to girl 3


I gave you chances,
I dropped you hints.
You looked through me,
from pink glass tints.

You ran me over,
and killed my thirst.
I was radiant and jolly,
like an atom bomb burst.

I feigned happiness,
which is hardest to feign.
You were the nursing bottle,
and I had to wean.

I cried, got over you,
moved on, bought a life.
Tired, spent my soul,
through this endless strife.

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