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Not For Me
Contributed by
SlimStaple
on
Sunday, 24th October 2004 @ 12:40:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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Sweet romance is a stupid term.
Moreover, I never much cared for love.
Just something you have to get used to
I am not falling for you anytime soon.
I am sorry but it is just the truth,
Honesty is the best policy,
Or so that is what I have heard.
I do not think I believe it right now, lying works fine.
When I pick up and leave you
You had better not cry you knew this was coming.
One thing I did not lie about
Was that I do not fall in love.
Staying in one place was never my intention
I need to travel down dusty roads
Not knowing where I will end up.
So I could not stay with you in your little perfect house.
My dreams never included a white picket fence
And little kids at my feet,
Not even a family dog by the door.
I have a stray mutt running behind me that is all I need.
So I had to pick up and leave in the night
Before you got to attached to my fun loving spirit
Or before you got a dog,
And I got a kid growing in me.
So now, I am back on the road
Waiting for the next run in my life
The next house with the next wrong man
And the next mutt to run by my feet.
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SlimStaple
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2004-10-24 00:40:06] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Not For Me
(User Rating: 1 ) by Live2Die on
Sunday, 24th October 2004 @ 01:01:05 AM AEST (User
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haha I loved it!
Nice write!! |
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Re: Not For Me
(User Rating: 1 ) by Stonedraider23 on
Sunday, 24th October 2004 @ 01:22:41 AM AEST (User
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good one i feel the same way love becomes painfull and all that just stay off my road our dogs wouldn't get along but nice poem |
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