Just To Get Upset

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

I wish you knew what I felt inside for you...
But you do!
And you screwed that up.
Yes you.

To blow us up!
And then you hand me a bucket,
Of corrupted love.
What am I suppose to do with this?
Argue about it to feed your evil need.

And we do.
Yes we do.
Yes we,
Do!

Do...
Too much.
Just to get upset,
Too much.
And refuse to listen,
Too much.
And want to understand,
Too much.
Without comprehending,
Too much.

YES...
We do,
Do!

Do...
Too much.
Just to get upset,
Too much.
And refuse to listen,
Too much.
And want to understand,
Too much.
Without comprehending,
Too much.

YES...
We do,
Do!

I wish you knew what I felt inside for you.

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