A riff out of tuneA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittI am tragic. This is killing me The memory of you. That weekend was enough. Too much in hindsight.
I don't want to ever think of you again But I had to today.
I am long since over you You don't care.
I barely care. I say that with an honest heart most days. Today I am a liar.
Fear not, tomorrow I will be redeemed
It's tragic The hits you take on my future. It kills me the memory of you.
© 2011 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Added on February 9, 2008 Last Updated on July 10, 2011 Author
Sarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |
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