I'm talkingA Poem by Mary OchoaI feel so awful Most of the time It wasn't suppose to turn out this way It wasn't part of the plan Where you and I Or all of us end up I don't know Was that word? Happy? Free? It's all so fucked up I'm sorry I'm a filthy lier I know I hate all of this But what the hell am I suppose to do? Fall out of love for you?? Well I can't I can't unplan the future we wanted It's just all so fucked up I'm sorry Disappointed Is the word I've been living Living it for a very long while
© 2016 Mary OchoaAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 25, 2016 Last Updated on May 25, 2016 AuthorMary OchoaCAAboutHello Writers and Readers! I am very pleased to be part of the Writers Café. I am here to simply improve my writing skills through my poems and short stories as well as to make friends with gre.. more..Writing
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