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Lose the Cliches

Lose the clichés of life and love,
no happy ending, no sad ending, no ending at the end at all.
People smile, they don't frown,
people frown, they don't smile;
they curse, they don't listen,
people listen in belief and curse the sky,
when love walks out the door.
Confusing I know.

Poets don't know what the hell is going on.
Writers smoke and never finish a book.
Music is died, the hippies are politicians,
and the past time was never here.
Earth burns slowly,
as wickedness grows quickly,
and greed eats us all alive.

We all die in the end... with no ending at all,
we still go somewhere,
some in the ground,
some in the sky,
some in another.
We all lose,
so don't give up,
don't try either,
don't mope,
don't hope,
don't slouch,
don't feel,
don't cry,
don't laugh,
don't work,
don't drink,
don't smoke,
don't grab ass,
don't stay a virgin,
don't pray to this god,
don't pray to that god,
he's right,
she's a whore,
lost for words, speechless,
full of words, having nothing to say,
politicians win in the end, they always get their way,
to tired to say,
when that day comes,
"I love you."
There is no love between us, never was,
never will be.
You love him, he doesn't love you,
he's with another,
and you're all alone, too dumb to realize,
I was there the whole damn time.
Tired, I am tired,
Lose the Goddamn clichés,
and just die already.
I am tired of losing,
never wining,
always aching,
never smiling,
always frowning,
don't give a damn anymore,
don't give a damn for you,
or him or her,
nobody anymore.
I am not depressed,
you just don't realize what is killing me.
Lose the clichés,
you dumb, little girl,
lose the damn clichés, and work that damn corner,
show some leg,
while I write this poem for you,
pour my heart out for you,
give all my time for you,
lost for words when I'm around you,
all for you,
all for you, all for you,
no girl matters,
no girl counts close to you,
if only you weren't so dumb and stupid to realize
how much I'd give up for you,
how much love I give to you.
They say you're not for me,
but I say no, she's just young and a fool,
yeah, that's right I went there.
A fool, always a fool.
So cut the clichés baby, you don't love him,
and I'll never love you again.
Cry those pointless tears, go ahead, I don't care anymore,
I'm though.

.6.8.2014.

"For that one girl I used to love..."

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