Obsolete.A Poem by Stormy WeatherMake me hate myself. Take me down a couple notches. Because ever since I met you, I’ve been higher than the clouds. Pull me off the street. Let the buses roll by. I swear I didn’t want to die, I just didn’t want to steal your
spotlight anymore. I’d rather watch the birds slowly
fall from heaven And listen to the thumping of
their bodies on my lawn. Than to see you cry over some
curly woman Who didn’t hold you long enough To let the dopamine soak in. There’s no one left to tell me
you’re not here. They all quit their jobs and
moved to the cities We once wished to visit. I know it doesn’t matter anymore, But I still make additions to the
list. © 2013 Stormy Weather |
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Added on September 21, 2013 Last Updated on September 21, 2013 Author
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