Broken?

Broken?

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Fack, Feck, Fick, Fock... No Matter How You Say It

Running in circles,
Nowhere to go,
Taking like teens
and left feeling low.

I make him a "Monster"
but I'm just trying to explain
those words that he uses,
sometimes can pain.

He just doesn't get it,
or maybe he's tired.
I just hate waking up
with my feet on the fire.

I'll try to make good,
I'll try to play fair,
but I'm still just a crazy,
life's weight I can't bear.

Running in circles,
stuck nowhere again.
Stumbling on words,
and hoping this mends...

UPDATE: S'all good. :)

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