Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Vera

She lays in bed every night,
Hoping he'll come save her plight.
It's four years gone by...
He hasn't been back since that last flight..
He won't ever return,
But neither will her seemingly unending burden..
More importantly, her love has eloped
Escaped what he once had enveloped.
Her existence resided in his happiness,
Well, like everything else she had to progress..

Vera will find her freedom
Her life's more than just boredom..
This, friends is official
Proclaiming what is not so probable
Just as a lot in life is a practical joke
It was "love" because of which all of it was provoked
It's good to love yourself for your own being
I would rather feel not being so self-involving
Yes I thank the Lord for the ability for emotion
But please make me free, so its not just one-sided bull shit bearing, gosh darn fucking relentless devotion....

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