so annoyed , bothered , like a soldier formally being deployed ,
minded , stuck in a moment , where spending hours and minutes, don't fit the time we have left to spend , wounded, hurt, harmed and battered thinking if I came at this life a little different , I would have achieved better tactics , I mean, I've been here before, starring ,standing in front of this door, just a different address, postal box ,zip code , though its been here, been here like tears , fears , days where I've dreaded the service men , coming to tell me my love didn't make it, fake it , fake what , in this case let go of , lose grip , i have lost; my heartbeat, now heartache and regained pain where this soldier once lived , yet I've never managed to let go of memories, from the time we once lived in.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
so annoyed , bothered , like a soldier formally being deployed ,
minded , stuck in a moment , where spending hours and minutes, don't fit the time we have left to spend , wounded, hurt, harmed and battered thinking if I came at this life a little different , I would have achieved better tactics , I mean, I've been here before, starring ,standing in front of this door, just a different address, postal box ,zip code , though its been here, been here like tears , fears , days where I've dreaded the service men , coming to tell me my love didn't make it, fake it , fake what , in this case let go of , lose grip , i have lost; my heartbeat, now heartache and regained pain where this soldier once lived , yet I've never managed to let go of memories, from the time we once lived in.
poem belongs to Patricia S. Cunningham I have all rights to this poem.
