Funny that
He said, “find your wings”
The last one said, “fly little bird”,
The one before that just flew away himself without parting advice.
Love is crushing my soul yet again like a million billion times before
My heart just can’t seem to learn and I’m growing so sick, tired and old but
The good thing about breaking up is all the inspiration for bad poetry and art
He’s letting us unwind slowly; he’s moven on I’m tumbling through a free fall
My friends say, “bout time” lookn at me sideways to see if it’s true this time. Some
one else’s grass is greener, scent is sweeter, easier money to be made elsewhere
He calls so I tell him I love him, I miss him… and this is still a bonehead move
He tells me how he’s doing. His latest deal I wonder, who with.
Love’s a funny thing that doesn’t make me laf
And I realize I am alone again no home again
The illusion of a warm embrace has gone
I feel the cold clutch of freedom
I’m told I should enjoy the quiet
Now I can be happy with out
Difficult controlling
People in my
Life.
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LgHurcomb
09-22-15