Treasure Island

Katie Unknown

(03-06-92)

Breaking up poem


Shouts in my ear, music in the background, beer in my hand
not the night i wanted to spend with you.
you said i love you and i said i love you too.
our anniversary night,
its gonna end with a fight
all because you wanted to go to a party.
you said 'I'll be there at 7' but you were tardy
now i am saying good bye
and gonna walk away before you start to cry
when it hits you in the face
don't come crawling back to this place
so good bye and good day,
good luck anyway.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Edited: Thursday, February 19, 2009

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  • Sarah Macbean (2/22/2008 12:45:00 PM)

    I really like this poem. I can't explain why but i just really really like it, thanks for sharing. :) (Report) Reply

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