Monday, October 5, 2015

Not about Frank

It is getting dark out, and I can't find you
Standing outside calling your name
Like someone who has lost their dignity 
And self respect waiting for you go come back
I am tired of the games you play,
Twisting my heart like a wet rag
Leaving my mind rattled
Leaving me frazzled
And afraid 
You. Won't. Return.
A voice of wisdom
Speaks to me.
I go inside.
And shut the door.

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