My Problem Is...
My Problem is...
The more people I bring in to my life
the more risk I risk of less joy for I.
The more people I bring into my life
the more I run the risk of saying good bye.
The more people I bring into my life,
who eventually all become Loved Ones of mine,
all seem way too early of becoming distant memories in time.
Lost Loves Lost Too Early, Too Quickly For Me,
and now the one thing I wish to lose I can't, My Misery.
...and that's what My Problem is.
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2010
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