When you tell me; it'll be fun
I go along, you give me none
I'm bored and alone
I wish to be home
When does this losing game end?
Why do you have to pretend?
I talk, I sit, I wait, I do
But nothing is the answer, now I am through
Please break my boredom, please tend to my pain
I'd rather go, be outside in the rain
Splashing, laughing, smiling too.
I'm done with this torture, I'm done with you.
When you tell me; it'll be fun
I go along, you give me none
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PoetryThis is a book of poetry. A place for me to vent. I love to write. I love to live. Some days I am a total wreck. So I write. Some of these are true. Some of these aren'...
