Interlude:
If only you knew how quickly part 2 became 3,
how easy it is to call it complete...
But I won't give you that satisfaction,
it's clearly not worth it.
Once foolish, but girls like you fuel my utensil.
Funny how the generations just so happen to follow suit.
Make no mistake I speak directly to you.
My pen never dances without thought,
even these very words are infused with your vision, are you so blind that you cannot see?
That is was you I cared for…
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The Poem**:
An hour of contemplation wasted
How could something that held so much meaning to me,
mean absolutely nothing to you?
I guess you just don’t value these words as much as I’d hoped
Fair enough, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me
It stings as if I was iron branded as an idoit
But I’ll let it burn along with the bridges
Because no communication is need with someone who could careless
Although I will miss you
Thanks for your time,
Thanks for being the inspiration that developed these rhymes
Thanks for being another lesson,
Clear lady, thank you for proving to me an ending I had already foreseen.
I pray you be safe, I pray you be well
I pray that you at least try to smile through all the problems that dwell
Finally, I concede to this reality for I’ve wasted too many words
On one who finds no worth in them
But don’t get it twisted I don’t hate or dislike you
I’ve just realized that maybe I can’t help you…
Yours Truly,
James Desire