Really Unrealistic
I'm calling it off...
The years of mending me...
the years of defending you
The wishing that I could be there for you
I'm calling it off...
These years have affected you
Planted you... stay still... try to be true
Now you know what I go through
I'm calling it off...
the years of much regret...
years that I want to forget... forget you
I'm calling it off...
these nights of screaming dreams...
days in which it seems that I'm asleep for days
It's a sad story of a guy that waited like so many times before...
...waited then eventually said, "What the hell for"?
all you did was use use use...
every night that you came to my door
You looked at me with wet eyes and told me you cared...
Shame I never saw them since you were never there
All I ended up being was a fool fool fool
I'm not as habitual as you...
to just walk on people like you're walking on a floor
My feelings are perpetual...
I gave everything in myself to you and more
I guess it's easy when you're beautiful...
no one cares what your words are for...
I guess that describes you in one word... bore
Copyright © Darin Porter | Year Posted 2012
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