Array ( [sid] => 179615 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Dysfunction [time] => 2014-11-08 22:32:21 [hometext] => Not really sure what this is, just thinking and ranting. [bodytext] => 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.
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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

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