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Drone

by Amanda L Marron

all those times i let you slip

calming myself so i wouldn't flip

holding on tighter so i won't lose my grip

this situation came straight out of a comic strip

you're really getting on my last nerve

as i drive, nearly out of control around this sharp curve

all this is exhausting me so i'm losing my verve

my energy is something i need to preserve

are you purposely trying to break me down?

will we ever reach a common ground?

i wish i hadn't saved you from the surf and let you drown

then every day you couldn't be making me frown

the things you say ignite a fire on my tongue

i wish i felt happiness like i did when i was young

release me from this torture, so i can be sprung

you dodged my punch as my fist i swung

i feel withdrawn it seems like no one understands

nothing turns out like the way i planned

i'm aching, i feel like i had to crash land

the landing wasn't soft, even though it was sand

can you ever just give up and leave me alone?

one by one breaking each of my bones

no nerve to even call me on the phone

repeating yourself so much now, you're a drone

09/27/2003

Posted on 10/07/2003
Copyright © 2024 Amanda L Marron

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/08/03 at 12:48 AM

pardon the, uh, simplicity of this. but. spineless people suck. :) i'm sorry, darling. drones are such a drag.

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