Elizabeth Haasch Poems
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I’m sick of the madness.
The hoping for more than you’ll ever have.
The antique hearts rusting away
like a carousel that’s never be ridden.
I’m sick of waiting for the pin to fall,
the umpire to tell me I’ve struck out once again.
I’m sick. You tell me that.
What is so bad in your life
that you can’t ride on down, pedal to the medal.
Stick a cork in it.
Living life like this is no more than wasted space,
a tumor growing with no medicine to cure
such a disease to the heart.
This love is nothing more than a meaningless tragedy. ...
There are things that I just don’t understand.
Your happiness with mine.
Am I right in this position or am I bringing you down?
You seemed fine before,
but now you have everything and nothing to hide.
'You gotta know I’m messed up.'
Yeah well I’ve had some shit go on in my life too.
Ever been abused ever been cheated on lied to.