No I don't "understand"
Nor do I
"Get it"
The only thing I get
Is nauseous
When I sit and think about it
No I won't "deal" with it
No it's not just something you're
"used to"
And I'm not going to
"get used to it"
Though fire melts ice
Ice still makes the fire
Go up in smoke
YOU ARE READING
When the heart betrays
PoezieDepression..........what more can I say? Not all poems are mine!
