There he is…standing there
Standing like he doesn’t care.
He said he loved me.
It was just a lie.
He said he’d come home
Where was he last night?
He promised he’d get better,
He promised he would stop.
But he didn’t. He kept on going.
And now his life has come to a halt.
He wants me to help.
I know that I should.
But he screwed up.
Its his own fault.
If he really needs help,
God will get him out

11/25/2002

Author's Note: This Poem started out being about love...and I guess it turned out to be something that ruins love...

Posted on 03/12/2003
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