maarmie's musings

Thursday, September 15, 2005

After All

A poem I wrote for an ex right after he became an ex.

You told me your life
didn't work out as planned
You gave me eyes
but told me not to see

You showed me the way
swept paths of debris
Path's all clear
but road's not clear

Hurt once too long
better disappear
Crush what I want
always crash what I want

I'll never understand
the way you spin
Even earth don't spin
random like you

Those cloudy eyes
them eyes don't see
They told me once
and once won't die

Forward thinking
never got me nowhere
For the first time I fly

For years - maarmie, 2001

1 comment:

no-nuthin said...

This guy sound like a real jerk.