It Isn’t Always the First Impression

It Isn’t Always the First Impression

A Poem by Sayre
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For the most part, it holds a 3/4 [3/8?? if thats possible] count starting at "that we took". just another "woe is me" poem. Comments are LOVED. Criticism is MORE THAN LOVED. Thanks for reading.

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Tell me

What happened to the love that we had

During the time that had passed

Between the drama and laughs

 

Controversial talks, and miscellaneous walks

That we took, that we had

To escape all the facts

And retreat, to escape all monotonous tasks

 

And after so many years that I’ve watched you grow old

And you’ve watched me grow young,

As the story unfolds.

All of the tears that I cried, or at least that I’ve tried

Now’s the time, it’s begun, I’m losing all self-control

 

You told me to grow up, so I did

Now you’re mad, and I’m pissed

Happiness can’t exist in a place where we can’t co-co exist.

All of this, doesn’t mean that we’re far beyond having it fixed.

 

I tried to do my best

To impress you, like the rest,

Nonetheless I apologize for failing that test

 

Tell me

What happened to the love that we had

During the time that had passed

Between the drama and laughs?

Understand this situation

Is to real for a mask

As I plead don’t make me ask

For complete isolation dad.


© 2010 Sayre



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Sayre
Sayre

Pinole, CA



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I am 17, as of this January [2010]. I live for the most part with my dad, and Visit my mom about twice a month. I cant really complain about much, my life has been pretty easy. As for everybody else, .. more..

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A Poem by Sayre