Linda I. Weischedel
Pity Party 4 Me - Poem by Linda I. Weischedel
Woe is me,
the woman who saw,
but really didn't wish to see.
I feel so drained,
I feel so tired,
but for some odd reason, every night I feel so wired.
Some say I was never really able to hold on
to a true love,
they must be so totally unaware
that some unfit loves just don't care.
Let me tell yah,
those 'I'm sorrys' just ain't cutting it no more,
I'll just be on my way,
while picking my heart from off the floor.
Geeez that felt good,
by which I knew it would, say if yah get the time,
throw a pity party for yourself if yah could,
it really does help,
got it, now this is understood? *wink*
PITY PARTY 4 EVEYONE
IT WORKS FOR ME,
BEST PART IS IT DOESN'T COST ANYTHING,
IT IS TOTALLY FREE! LOL *smile*
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