Heaven was once my true goal,
And whatever else was on the back burner, without meaning, null.
Then my priorities changed a bit,
Wanting fine worldly things and love and wit.
Stupidity however, takes control and I wanted something so badly,
I never did it. On many occasions I cried so much but nothing changed, sadly.
So then I learned to appreciate life and all its great fruits: friends, frolic, fragility, fragrance, France, Frontiers, Firsts, Finals, Flirts, and Florida.
I thought of those instead of other f words. I heard ya!
Athletes run and others just read,
Others, unemployed like themselves less, a sense of security they need.
But once I really knew that losses on losses lead to you to changing the way the sport is scored I felt better.
I kissed up and up and loved her until I didn't. Maybe I should write her a beautiful letter!
No, screw her and everything she stands for. She doesn't deserve me anyway.
- Author: Tomo (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 3rd, 2018 12:25
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
Comments1
Away I love the humour in this. I say F it and go send her that letter!
Thanks Michela!
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