heavy this

A Poem by Effector Prime

Same old shet different day gota get up gota get up

How heavy this burden
Shoulders sore my blood curdles
Another stretch of endless hours
Heart no a pitch of filthy lore

The road is forever twisted
Illusions of otherwises are just mirrors
Love? Can I love? Am I in love?
Will I ever be loved?

But I know what I can be for sure.
I can be walked on.
Yes that I can be sure of.
Walk all over me I'm used to it.
You're not the first but certainly the last.

If I ever fall in love again
I'll laugh at myself first then
Ask her if she'll ever leave me
If I told her I was happy

If she said no
I'll call her a liar
If she stays with me then
she loves me for real

But I know what I am now
for sure her footprints bore
down on my left cheek here?

What do you make of it?
Is it me you would be with?
Leave me when I'm happy?

Go on
Take your best shot
Make me happy
Walk all over me
When I'm happy

© 2016 Effector Prime

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Coyote Poetry

Life teaches us many lessons.
"Go on
Take your best shot
Make me happy
Walk all over me
When I'm happy"
Life is simple. Enjoy the good days and forget the bad. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote