State of AffairsA Poem by Cobblestone TravelerPerception and reality are two very different things.Push, throw, kick Stay away from the one place you'd be held Smack, kick, punch Don't give me the time of day, just as well You never intended to love me, why start now Rip, tear, crack Why did I have a drop of hope for care Scratch, claw, cut You could have had a hand through your hair You never intended to be near me, why start now S**t! I dug this grave I'm programmed to crave You never gave me a chamber of your heart But I pictured one there from the start I open my own stitches. © 2016 Cobblestone Traveler |
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