Disco has brought the poet out of me over the last 20 months. Never before did I care for it....
They said somewhere, sometime that poetry and song writing is the key to the inner soul, or some crap like that.
Due to recent heart-ache, and an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness, I wrote this...
Forgive me, it is bad....
I waited some time for you tonight
Sitting at my computer for you to come online
Chillin out here hoping things are gunna be alright
Just waiting and hoping ****'s gunna be fine
Praying that we're not gunna have a fight
The hours passed, twelve through to eighteen
No contact was made, no words of care
I'm sitting here with my heart so keen
But the clouds in my head make it so very unclear
If my love for you is truely what it means
Another night on my own
The third of a few
On the floor is the dressing gown
Exactly where it was left by you
Seeing it brings my moods right down
How stupid it is for me
To write a poem I likely won't share
But it's the only way I can see
How much for you I care
Life without you isn't easy
I waited for you some time tonight
I hoped to speak with my lady
But it seems she is occupied this night
So hopefully forgets the way I treated her badly
And that she'll be happier with her new plight
I hope you are well
And that you're happy
There's no point for me to dwell
That you're happy with that other chappy
I had no **** show in hell
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