Poetry: Pick Me Up

Pick Me Up
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Pick me up
From this throne I hate;
Leave me wither
To settle my fate.

No ghastly reasons,
No terrifying tales —
Just sanctioned misery
Without Godly bells.

This story of sadness
Is fleeing in a hurry;
The words to chatter,
No reason to worry.

EverybodyElse'sGirl

September 5, 2005

hmmm… {very constructive… i know}

messed*up

September 6, 2005

RYN: I don’t know. Fun is a rare commodity in our home. Perhaps in small doses, and then building with a gradual tolerance. I wouldn’t want to get wasted in one night, ya know? … 😉