You grin,
for the hundred and seventh time.
As you explain its not your fault,
although nothing really is.
My list runs a mile long
with no time to complete it
but i'd shread it to pieces
with a moments notice.
107 things i'll never get to do
just to satisfy you.
You've blown me off
so many times
One hundred and seven and still counting.
I grunt and growl
exclaim this is over
but we both know im pretending.
One phone call
And i'll rescue you
even though you've left me
A hundred and seven times.
I'll always wait just one more.
You point and stare
from the protection of your living room
as im lying in the puddle
where my innocence was stripped.
Just outside your window
By the 107 convience store
Author notes
hmm.
so do you think 107 is repeated too many times? does it get old?
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Comments
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amazing
no, I like this poem. It is good! I am sorry that you've felt this way before. Love can be so cruel, yet it can be the greatest pleasure. I guess really it all depends. I don't know exactly. I hope that things are going well with you though. Thank you for sharing with me, hopefully you don't mind, but I added you as a favorite!
Have a great day!
This was an excellent read.
God Bless you dear friend.
~Only1love4ever
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