Let me disappear today
that is, in fact, if I ever was...
Give me little rhyme
and less reason
for once, let's just say...
because...
I'm tired of the tears
and the fears turned to phobia,
the jeers down the years
from strangers
never taking the time to know you...
Snap judgments, books and covers...
Traumatic changes,
just how does one recover?
How many time must the door
slam in my face
before I turn away?...
I am always forgiving
but I can never forget
but what I tire of
is the helplessness and regret...
Foolish words and foolish temper
when it is all as simple
as picking up a phone to say,
"Hey, how have you been?
You know, I have missed you..."
circa unknown
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