Of which I have zero room for in my life
I've already been that route with my brother
And all it taught me was love has no real life
Like my brother I love you
And respect you quite a bit more
But I have no desire to play the game of love
I was burnt badly by that game before
Perhaps love was only supposed to be for God
And humans like animals will never be more
If one would look upon the earth
You can see the destruction of the core
I have no desire to hack love into bits
Nor trade for another heart sore
That love should be ground by grits
Of my teeth from thinking more
Can love be found in poetry
Yes the words one can adore
But in the end love does need sustenance
Other wise there is no core
So with a sad heart I will call you my friend
And resign myself to hope for no more
The best in breed is indeed not really me
I really am the girl next door
So now give me back my tissue
Lest I have need of my sleave
This week has not been really one to
Leave a dry eye on my face as it be
