I'm sorry but I just don't need you anymore,
And I really don't wanna sound evil but I'm sure.
You are actually more of a demon than a cure
And for that reason we can't be we anymore.
Some people tend to turn to therapy for advice,
Some people don't and tend to turn to a vice.
I could always count on you to quiet the storm
But now the storm is over you just quiet the norm.
Then nothing gets done.
Because of how unproductive I become.
You make the banes of my life a lot easier to manage...
I see now, my livelihood is collateral damage.
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Author:
Mr Taylar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 15th, 2022 13:16
- Comment from author about the poem: Some of need advice, Some of us need a vice. Or maybe all of need neither.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
People change, situations change, and life goes on. Nice one Taylar.
beautiful poem : )
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