I’m wondering whose melody you stole
and which song that chord progression came from,
‘cause everyone who knows your secrets
knows that you didn’t write that song yourself.
I wish I could say that I hate you,
but I can’t,
and I wish I could say that our love was a lie,
but the look in your eye
said it all.
I have fallen:
Time and time,
Over and over,
And nobody’s surprised.
Your double negatives
aren’t really making any sense,
but you never cared about that kind of thing
‘cause that was always so me.
So parallel lines crossed for a second in time,
a year of my life, gone by the wayside;
and I don’t think you ever got the meaning
of that song I wrote,
so let me spell it out for you:
We weren’t supposed to be,
It wasn’t supposed to work,
and that’s what made it beautiful,
but that’s what made it end.
Like a certain Ms. Palmer said,
“Significant other? Just say we were lovers,”
but you weren’t the best at that, were you?
I’ll take the other forty nine
and you can have this one
‘cause I’m done with this place:
A million people out of work,
and you’re trying to break into the business,
None of my business, I know
but you still don’t know where you’re going
While I’m well on my way.
And no, you won’t be here in the end,
And no, I’m not sorry,
And no, I don’t love you any more
And yes, quite frankly,
I’m ashamed I ever did.
I love how personal this is. It appears that this is truly just your soul poured out in writing. It's amazing too see the range of emotion felt for who this is written for.
I especially like the opening stanza. I can not only relate, knowing people who are exactly like that; but additionally it shows the trigger to the rest of the thoughts. It's as though this one pet peeve spawned the train of thoughts that followed. A very real to life scenario.
I love how personal this is. It appears that this is truly just your soul poured out in writing. It's amazing too see the range of emotion felt for who this is written for.
I especially like the opening stanza. I can not only relate, knowing people who are exactly like that; but additionally it shows the trigger to the rest of the thoughts. It's as though this one pet peeve spawned the train of thoughts that followed. A very real to life scenario.
I'm Lydia.
I write free verse.
Nature is freedom.
My Bird, I am forever changed.
Rest in Peace, my beautiful friend.
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