I don’t know
I don’t know where we’re goin’
I don’t care
Which way this wind is blowin’
Last night
I thought I would put this to end
But we’re starting
To go through this all over again
…
I don’t know
How this will turn out to be
I don’t care
How this will turn out to be
Last night
I kept my eyes wide open
Thinking, wondering
If we’re doing this all over again
…
I don’t know
If this story has an ending
I don’t care
If you’re just pretending
All night
I swallow my ego and pain
For I fear
We’re starting it all over again
No words can explain this kind of cycle like yours just did. Great post!😊
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Thank you!
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The worst feeling… and it’s so well wrapped up in this poem. Great!
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Thank you.
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Very cool, Frank. I need to go back and think this one through.
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Anguish, confusion, rejection, remorse — these are the sad threads that tie the forlorn together. And who hasn’t endured emotional misery? Happy does not sell. If it bleeds it leads, drip, drip, drip.
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In the end one does care,
it ends, eventually the
ride holds no thrill,
Wanting to just get off
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This I understand
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