The past IN the past

The birthday that you hang from,

just to keep in touch.

The years you devoted to him,

that didnt mean much.

You cling to the the branches

of an old flame,

that died out

far too long ago.

Flames that were like the embers at the end of a fire..

that just wouldnt go.

You try in linger in the present..

but your the past.

Im the future.

That flame has passed. ::::::::::::::>>>    (if thats what you would call it)

I dont know what your thinkin..

maybe you thought THIS wouldnt last..

or maybe what you thought

was you could cut in the middle

but, NO.

I would beat your a*s.

So leave with a little bit of dignity

youve already lost your pride..

or i will be around

and you dont want to hide.