Is it youA Poem by Dream WeaverLovers in conflict
Is it you who drives me to the brink of madness with your suspiciously over active imagination that thrusts me into this perpetual purgatory.
Is it you who lifts me up when I have fallen by the wayside consuming my every thought with such cataclysmic insinuations.
Is it you that has lapsed into antiquated ideals force feeding me twaddle from a rusty spoon. I pause then ponder and in conclusion I say, of course it’s you, it’s always been you.
It’s truly preposterous as we argue in vain; metamorphosing into this emotional strain. From dusk to dawn this carousel we ride, another day of reckoning another day denied.
What we had wasn’t meant to last; we’ve come full circle, let’s not dwell in the past. We gave it our best but we’ve become insignificantly lazy, letting rumors and hearsay simply drive us crazy.
Now is the time to give the Devil his due, to sever the ties between me and you.
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