Thu, 03/24/2016 - 18:07 -- Idlprs

Have some respect.
It isn't her fault.
You expected too much.
Experienced much too little.

Like a feline
Coming and going
She toys with you

You allow it...
You masochist.

Such A 'Fair-Weather' Friend
Call her on it!
She'll change her tune.
Even smile...

'Happy Writing'
She'll say.
What a joke.
Like you needed her anyway.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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