pip

All I have left from then
Is the music and the pain
Without the one
I hold the other in vain.

A couple lame jokes
and a few small laughs
but none of the poeple
and none of the graphs

I've not forgiven
and I'll never forget
but it past time for crying
and oast time for regret.



that's it. the lame but triumphant return of.............................................................................................................................................................................................
JOURNAL POETRY DAY!!!!!!

I stopped there cuz I got to the point where it felt painful to continue. it was so bad it made me hurt.