M's Poetry
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There goes my heart, ripped out
put back in....
here is my life, messy and unsettled
I have left a lot of souvenirs behind
pieces of myself than I didn't want to let go
but somehow along the way they parted
pick myself up to face another day
don't plan to far ahead or something is bound to crash
don't you know it's the quiet before the storm
so peaceful yet so eerie, it just gets me every time
the pictures on the mantel don't mean what they used to
I lived in a false world don't you get it?
woke up to find my life resembles the smell of s***
no use of getting mad or even
what will it accomplish?
life is always full of cleaning yours or someone else's dirty dishes
sometimes my bitterness just has a way of festering
maybe I like being by myself
oh that ain't true whoever says this is lying
we all want help, we all crave love
but for some of us sadly there is no happy ending
there is just a ending....
2004@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
put back in....
here is my life, messy and unsettled
I have left a lot of souvenirs behind
pieces of myself than I didn't want to let go
but somehow along the way they parted
pick myself up to face another day
don't plan to far ahead or something is bound to crash
don't you know it's the quiet before the storm
so peaceful yet so eerie, it just gets me every time
the pictures on the mantel don't mean what they used to
I lived in a false world don't you get it?
woke up to find my life resembles the smell of s***
no use of getting mad or even
what will it accomplish?
life is always full of cleaning yours or someone else's dirty dishes
sometimes my bitterness just has a way of festering
maybe I like being by myself
oh that ain't true whoever says this is lying
we all want help, we all crave love
but for some of us sadly there is no happy ending
there is just a ending....
2004@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
