Saturday, October 10, 2009
Premature
Much to do, much to say,
You’ve seen the posts,
You know the words,
You recognize that feeling,
It hurts.
It’s been a long fight,
Between yourself and you,
And now you get the punishment
That’s due.
Yeah, you’ve hurricaned things,
Made those you love, hate
And driven things into this state.
I’d rather you not,
Spoil the broth in this pot,
For it will taste better.
Without you.
