We Can'T Work It Out
Everytime I bring up the subject
We get caught in the loop
perpetually
It is as if we are frozen in this amber forever
forced to relive the same argument
time and time again
"How could you do this to me?"
Opinions matter not
Neither does the McCarthy/Lennon credo,
"Try to see it my way,"
There is only our way
We cannot see what our eyes perceive
As the truth
We are occluded from
Third Person point of view
like a reader who can't quite
understand the vocabulary
Can't quite comprehend
"You said you loved me?"
Each step closer toward you
Pushes you further away
I tiptoe down the hall
Hearing your whisper's call
I dare not answer
Talking is a waste of my time
"So you woke up one morning
and decided you didn't love me anymore?"
The answers are only slightly more painful
The questions like a Gordian knot in my heart
Here comes the loop,
"How could you do this to me?"
We are trapped
The only way out is
to leave this place.
By: Joseph DeMarco
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