Boo who?
My apathy is my gift.
Without it I would not be able to live.
If I had to always care,
Then I would exist in perpetual despair,
And you would all get under my skin.
Keep your love and share your money.
Love is just a word; you are so funny.
We say thing’s exists, but let’s face it,
Do you really think that means anything?
Keep on with your dreaming.
I do not care about your wishes.
I have none of my own, no bucket list.
So leave me alone, it reminds me of a better time…
When I escaped your lies.
Gone and good riddance,
Adios and goodbye.
My eyes never even cried,
As my love for you died.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
- Author: Aa Harvey ( Offline)
- Published: November 11th, 2020 05:05
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 13
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