One week is sickness, next week i dates, one week is family, and then he's up too late.
All these excuses conveniently land. Nothing ever goes as I plan.
I wait all week, and then just like that, he lets me down. It's like old hat.
It truly drains me of all life. My heart just feels a giant knife.
When I make plans with him again, it always feels I'm losing a friend.
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Poetry About Life
PoetryI've been inspired by a close friend who also writes poetry about her life experiences. Granted, my poetry won't be as good as hers, but here goes.
