Or Something…
By Dynamaso
Wed, 01 Jun 2011
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I wait with bated breath,
discombobulated;
I’m a stressed out mess.
I won’t debate
our relationship state
so why this unnecessary duress?
Your pace the place
until you’re red in the face
and ready to commit a knife crime?
Would be easier to admit
you’ve had enough of this shit
to last you a dozen life times.
You can’t start a fire
in the middle of a lake;
You can’t take more weight
than your conscience will bear.
You can’t move mountains
or change a river’s flow
but you can smile more
and pretend you care
All the time.
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Would be a song in my ears
Would be a song in my ears Dynamaso. Very good
;)Pia
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Love that word,
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Love that word, 'discombobulated';-)
Great poem, Mark.
Tina
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