No more to see here
Baby, please go home
I thought I could love you
but now we're alone,
I realize you're such
lonesome company.
Oh misery you,
Oh misery me.
So cruel, is love.
When you're over something
that was barely a gleam
from a dream, never seen
Don't love me, not-darling
I think we bring out
the worst in ourselves
Without any help
from each other.
I thought
that I could be the one
you could need.
But all that I want
is for this not to be,
unless you could remake
you and me
to become what we know
now this can't be.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Monday, August 30, 2021
don't love me I'm over
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