If your daily routine
becomes too great to bare,
then don't count on me
to soothe the insanity.
I saw Heaven in your eyes,
but you saw Hell in mine.
And if your feet are calloused
by life's carousel,
then don't consider me your clown.
I wasn't even considered
a nominee for you to give me
the time of day.
Don't approach me
and say I've now won.
My heart holds a deep desire
for you to return.
Your's holds a deranged disgust
for my shadow.
Don't say the game is over.
Written: April 25,2007 1: 10 AM
Melissa Hurst
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-29/
