Misfit Poem by Sheldon Carruthers

Misfit



my dizzy feet are drunk with happiness
but my heart is torn in two
I thought we were an item
but then I was a fool
You looked at me as if I were a stranger
there's no danger of us getting back
this jilted heart is torn apart and that's the end of that

Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: happiness
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