Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

They are waiting for him to fail!

'Who?
Waiting for 'who' to fail? '
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You're gonna look for me one day,
And recite.
Every little nuance that you read...
That I write.
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Squeeze out the hanky
From the tears she leaves.
And squeeze that sucker dry.
Leave it to hang...
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And the agony of her leaving...
Does not agonize the wise,
If she goes.
But suppose she returns.
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With a heart weak and weeping.
I've been there.
Torn apart with guilt and remorse.
Feeling every bit of singing pain,
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Sometimes I don't want to see or hear...
What comes to the surface.
I don't want to pick it up,
For fear of where its been!
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I wish I knew your true identity.
I wish I knew who you were...
Coming into my lfe,
Daggerless but cloaked.
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Some find that the only attention they can get,
Is to demand it.

I'm from the 'old school'.
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It is right there!
No surprise of this,
Should exist at all.
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I find it odd,
That you would want 'me'
To pay 'you' attention!
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