All of the lies and pain
Too many and too much to measure
And for what?
What did you gain?
Worse off than you were
You had two birds in the bush
And they both flew away
To leave you alone with your anger
Now you have none in your hand
Except yourself
Unfulfilling, no?
Next time, think first if you can
Pause
Meditate on what you will be doing to her
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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