Limited in choices of writing creative topics of poetry,
I only want to write about some sort of painful misery,
Lost love or I am not a thought in a mans new mind,
For I do not know how to write any other type or kind.
I pump out a limerick and rhyme here and there,
Only to write poems that reflect my lack of flair,
For I do not have many hobbies or interests too,
But I will keep posting my limitedness for you.
If I could write a song and keep you from leaving
I'd never write another line
If I could, I'd haunt your peaceful dreams
Forever taunt your fragile mind
Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine
This bed that you once called home-
Its emptiness feels so divine
This heart that you once filled whole
Its emptiness, is mine
If I could see through your bleating
I'd have never called you mine
If I could bring you all you're "needing"
The universe would be thine
Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine
Loving thoughts, once dwelt on you
Have slowly morphed with time
Wrought with disdain, I can say:
I'm thankful I drew the line
If I could be all you wanted
I would be God
If I could be all you wanted
Who I am would be robbed
Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine
Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
I'll give praise that you aren't mine
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