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dead beet with meet

Poetry By: kellyannshirley
Poetry



A close friend of mines way of saying she thought i was messing up. And tryimg to get me to see things her way.


Submitted:Jan 24, 2013    Reads: 15    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I started my day a new. I woke up and talked my self up. Went to my meetings and said my greetings. I gave no plea's nor did i flee. After four or five days of strife, i was glad for no hipe. Dads and docs, around the clock, i had, had enough. Brothers, mothers, and ex lovers was to much. I was ready for a day off, so i went to my meetings and said my greetings. All was good and then she came. An old friend, from my past, a cousin, a neighbor. She took one look im my eye and with a sigh, brought me down. She took one look at him and without a question or a mention she began. You are selfish, but not helpless. You can do better, your a go getter. He is no good, a dead beet with some meet. Make him work, make him pay. Buy you things with frizzle and fray. With out a question or a mention i look at hwr with tears and say, Dads and docs, he came without questions or care at o call. He is a dead beat , with meet. I had no one else in sight and was a fright. There was no one else to call and i was about to ball. Meetings and children and yet i did not fall. Once again he came at a call. He camped out, yes on the couch. He slept while i wept. He did not by that or fix this, but he came with a call. You have made me fret and regret, but i will be there with a call. Im not selfish i just want to do it on my own without being thrown.




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