Dear Ms. Leading,

I regret to inform you I've fallen out of lust.
It must be so hard to understand.
Did you really think me a fool enough to play along?
And make believing everything you said was true
Push your pouting lips on other unsuspecting lovers

Love,
The Dear Hunter

11.20.2009

Acidic Hope

Rainbow paper hallucinogens,
It's what he calls salvation.

Money spent on an escape,
He never knows when to stop.
He doesn't value reality.

He asked for another chance.
He promised no more and he lied.
I couldn't be his rainbow.
I think he made me up in his head.
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2 comments:

Tainted Innocent said...

I like this poem. I'm not an expert in poetry but it's good to me. Thanks for sharing your work

January 30, 2010 at 9:18 PM
Aile said...

I find this fascinating, I really like it. Thanks for being interesting.

March 30, 2010 at 2:34 PM

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