Not Such a Dead Head

Not Such a Dead Head

You can’t even get your story straight
‘Twas me that you loved, but then seemed to hate
There is another of which you’re betrothed
Don’t bother me then, for I have been cut off
You say, “Let’s be friends!” but I say, “Let’s not!”
Shorter end of the stick is not in the pot
An object is you to serve as my art
It’s the least you can do if we must stay apart
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve a better half too
Don’t know why it hurt me when you said, “We’re thru!”
I guess it’s because you had thought of it first
Yet I’m still alive and not riding the hearse
Pencil in hand, it has been my new love
Opportunity beckons, just like a white dove
Whatever may happen, we’ll just have to see
But as for now, I can’t let it be
I’m young and ambitious and anxious, how’s that
You’re just a dead end that has somehow gone flat
Established and set in your ways, that’s okay
I’m busy and writing of you every day

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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