DG (9/19/1963 / )

Papier Mache Love

ANOTHER lie,
another growl,
a slipping out of gear,
and a cunning of a papier mache love,

rollem up,
rollem up,
rollem up, and let your disbelief fill
this broken cup.......

ANOTHER radical,
another fool,
a slipping out of gear,
and a cunning of a papier mache love,

rollem up,
rollem up,
rollem up, and let your disbelief fill
this broken cup.

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Comments (1)

Oh Well David, You are angry. Very one seems angry lately. Every poem I have been reading. It is a waste of time. I spent 2 weeks crying forget it. My boyfriend is not crying so now I am not going to cry. I am moving on. No need to be angry. I had a huge fight had what I had to say, told him no more. I refuse to lower myself into an argument. I will leave here knowing I tried hard and it didn't work. I am not going to blame myself. I just want to move on. All this anger isn't worth it David. It really isn't. or the crying. I am only hurting myself more. I am going to live my life the best I can. I am going to love my sons and that is that. I decided alot. I have been mourning since February on my old site. No more. It is over. I have been hurt to many times in my life and it's time to change. I will have my up and downs but I will not voice them on poem hunters. I will try to more positive. I was driving myself crazy. Think about it David. We end up hurting ourselves in the end. Know one else. I spoke to my oldest sister and it felt good. She helped me a lot. To look at things differently. It is a beginning, I am going to look at it like that. My son one night said Mom stop crying this is not a home. It is true, he is right. I am only hurting myself. Know one else cares, so you have to care about you first. Then you care about others. Take care sorry. I hate to see you angry.