Dysfunction Date: Saturday, 8th November 2014 @ 10:32:21 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: deadreckoning1983 It shouldn't be this way. Like a bullet train, Love only comes around on occasion. Dropping off a smile, Or the rare copulation, You would think sex is an endangered species. She holds me hostage with a precious cargo. My children shouldn't have to suffer under the duress, Of two broken adults pretending to be grown up. Like a kid playing house, We don't know what the hell we are doing. Tomorrow nothing will have changed. I'll go home and sleep after work tonight, She will scream and yell at everyone. Like the Queen of Hearts, This is her court, And off with their heads. I tell you I love you, But I don't know if that's even true anymore. Your desires for me Faded a long time ago. Under a withering fire This poem is Copyright © deadreckoning1983 Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=179615