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I must really hate myself
For loving you...
Or maybe I just enjoy the pain...
My daddy—he once told me
don’t ever play with nuns
they’ll hit you with their rulers
it won’t be any fun

I snuck out of that prison
and now I’m on the run

Once freed from that schoolhouse
I sunbathed in the sun
I stayed out late, I went on dates
looking out for number-one

When I think of what I went through
of all the tired repressive lies
I keep running wise, in slick disguise
my purpose is renewed

Don’t ever let ‘em tell you
you can’t have any fun
If they preach that hackneyed drivel
grab some things and run
.
.
Songs for this:
Cold Heart (PNAU Remix) by Elton John & Dua Lipa
I'm Still Standing by Elton John
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 01/15/25:
hackneyed = uninteresting, unfun, dull and unoriginal.

*stolen almost directly, in spirit anyway, from that freewheeling rebel, Johnny Cash

My first 8 years of school were parochial

(**PIC**) what three days back at college will do to you.
you are simply a work of art
art isnt suppose to be beautiful
not to everyone
its supposed to make you feel something
and oh, my dear
i wish you could simply understand the ways you make me feel.
she knows
that she needs
to disconnect
to be able to make
new connections
but sadly she lacks
courage to act
It turned too messy to amend.
I gained no love, but lost a friend.
Wannabe Love Poem
By a poet who's never been in love
Never found the one
To hold under the night sky
And smile while the world is ending
Because they're in their loved ones arms

Wannabe Love Poem
By a poet who's never loved
Who's never been kissed
or told
"I love you"
If something can't go
on forever . . .
it won't .

It is wise to consider
the end before it actually comes upon you .

A hard knot must have a harder wedge
Everything’s burning down around me
As I walk through this path on fire
I meet at the end a mirror
Only to find myself holding the torch
The heat feels great
The bridges finally burned
My mind at ease
For this I yearned

— The End —