Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 158
Half As Good As Me

It's kind of funny, to me.
Everything that you think
Has so much meaning
And oh so much value.
And you threw me away,
A long, long time ago.
Not too long before, I
Would have said it hurt
To think about you again.
Now this feeling that I have,
It's some sort of pity,
I'm willing to bet money.
Don't you wish that he could
Love half as good as me?
His vocabulary's kinda low,
He's just out for your body,
And it just makes me laugh,
Because we both know
You wish that he
Could love half as good as me.


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