So as you sit there trying to act all nice
slipping on your own invisible black ice.
Trying to run but just standing in place
as you slip there and try to lie in my face.
How I am I supposed to deal with all this
since after all I didn't even get a kiss.
So maybe after all this time we shared
to find out that you never really cared.
Trying to run your little race
still lying to me in my face.
So maybe I really should just turn and go
since it's just a downfall to let my insides show.
So what, if I'm bound to fail again
at least that way we'd still be friends...

10/14/2003

Author's Note: another 96 poem, this one's about a girl I knew who gave me the runaround and I ended up ending the relationship.. this was a homage to what I learned..

Posted on 10/14/2003
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