Yellow Pack

 

Lately I’ve grown aware

Of my habit for lashing out, my cold fits

My disenchanting flare and I know

my pride's laid bare

I’m not the same bold fool I used to be

 

We’ll just have to try

and work it out

The things exchanged

Between you and I

Your tired embrace

Patience waived

That strain of luck turned on its head in that golden pack

 

When you’re more than an arms length away I grow cold

Recoiling to my pettiness

Who knows when the next pessimist odyssey will begin

I’m not the same bold fool I used to be

 

How can I be so cruel as I can be

When all you do is prove to me

Just how far your devotion flows

How deep your ocean goes

Your patience feigns

This poem is about: 
Me

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