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Joe Milton Dec 2012
Kept emptying my person,
into your purse.
You're a beautiful girl,
but this is a curse.

Her ability to relate to me,
Seems to of deflated me,
Incapably try escaping but she
Smiles
So I stay.

Now thinking **** like,
This is love; it's the price you pay.

Whoa. Woke up to another dark day.
She's screaming because she didnt get her way.
Driven herself to near-insanity,
With other peoples petty vanity.
Stop her to say;

'Listen lover, this is over.
I can no longer water soils that won't flower.
By that I mean for us to live, we both must give.
And though this is the end, you are still my friend.'

Our world has near 7 billion hearts beating,
Do not fear repeating life's mistakes,
For these stakes are high.
No one gets out alive.

Accept to understand, break to rebuild, succumb to over come.
Begin to become, learn so you're not dumb.
Love everyone so you hate none.
Carry on, for this is the only one.
Lou Romano Oct 2019
Insatiable insanity,
left wing, right foot, home.
Rectangular, triangular,
incapably prone.

Unable stigmatically,
invariably drone.
Whimsical fanatical,
address unknown

Sounds can describe
the words they convey.
Tranquil decisions can blur,
but do they.

Utter a word
to see what you say,
say what you see,
then be what you may.

Describe it in detail,
exhale every verb,
catch yourself, let yourself
grade on a curve.

But don’t strain your brain,
if it doesn’t make sense,
just take it all in,
come down off your fence.

— The End —