The Story of Something and Somehow
I have to know,
I must now go,
And run along and away. . .
For, the feelings here are fake and dreary,
And there's more to me than you'd ever know.
Must, I always know when something has come,
When this something is a something meant,
When a something comes to demolish the other,
Even though that was meant to be forever.
But is this something better than my forever,
For, I say I'd never know.
For this something that has come along,
Has taken over somehow.
And somehow must be destroyed,
Somehow must be thrown away.
Because I have come to really know,
That somehow and I must go our seperate ways.
And even though this something is a something I'd never know,
A something whom has more to it,
Than the simplicities thou hath shown. . .
Soemthing has more to it than i would ever know,
So I'm sorry my dear somehow,
For I think tis time we grow,
Apart and run along to find,
Our somethings and not a somehow.
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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