Picking Bones

I've got a

Bone to pick

With you

He says

 

I

Laugh

To

Myself

 

He

Always

Has

One

 

One

Thing

I've

Done Wrong

 

Something

Someone's

Told

Him

 

Maybe

True

Or

Not

 

Maybe I've got

A bone

To pick with

Him

 

Telling

Me about

Girls interested

In Him

 

Well,

So

Am

I

 

And

He

Knows

It

 

He

Keeps

On

Pushing

 

Eventually

I'll

Fall

Off

 

Off

Of

The

Cliff

 

Over

The

High

 Edge

 

I'll

*Snap*

*Crack*

*Break*

 

And

He'll have

To say

Good bye

 

He

Will

Miss

Me

 

He'll

Beg

For

Me

 

To

Come

Back to

Him

 

I'll

*Laugh*

*Snicker*

*Giggle*

 

And say everything

I didn't

Have the guts

To say before

Author's Note

Why is it that some guys are so dense, and so oblivious to what's right in front of them?!

Reviews

[Wolfe Greytome]

Yet another well written piece - I've come to expect nothing less from you. And in response to your authors note (WHy is it that some guys are so dense, and so oblivious to whats right in front of them?) the answer is simple - its a genetic defect, we are simply built to be obtuse. =P

[Kelley]

Well like they say love is blind.....smiles.
Great poem thanks for sharing.

Kelley Enzo

[gabby]

awwwwwww