Saturday, August 14, 2010

Fine, Ironic, but Fine.

A serious lack of texts
That I wanted to ignore.
I can tell you I'm unimpressed.

You should really know I hate you
Though you don't make it easy to
Show you how little I care.
You fail to read my poems
But man, if you dared,
You'd see how I almost never write them
Or think about you every night
And I must be getting by
Just fine.

No comments:

Post a Comment