I came for the party and beer.
That night that she changed my whole life.
What happened since then I don't know.
I am left to just live all alone.
I've tried to get on with my life.
After she couldn't wait any longer.
83 is the year when she left.
Me to wonder outside of her door.
You say that I always write sad.
Well that's cause that's all that I know.
I've learned in my life I'm a loser.
Not the guy I thought she adored.
Recently I have awoken.
To feel like it's just a nightmare.
And that I have wasted my life.
So that's why my poetry is sad.
Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2017
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