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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "Flavortism"

Submitted: May 17, 2018

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Submitted: May 17, 2018





I'm going to die in love with you from afar

To obtain you would be much too hard

To be the beating in your heart

Is as impossible as not wanting you

And so, as I get closer to my next time with you

I feel myself worry too much

Getting sick, and all that stuff

I want you, like I want bacon

I love you, but you're on a higher level of living

That does not include lowlifes

As having anything, beyond work, to do with

And so, with all this in mind

I know you will never be mine

Ownership of you, I will never achieve

You'll break away from me this summer

And it'll be a bummer

But something far worse, right now, is at hand

You may not be who will do my deep cleaning

That I'm having done this month

And that just sucks

It sucks more than the one-way-love for you

That I cannot get rid of

In spite the reality of me and you

Not fitting together as one

With your level of life

Being much higher than mine

I'll never get in your ballpark

My love for you, to you, would just be barf

We don't live in an understanding world

So there is not, and will never be

A woman who's ballpark I can get in

And get inside of

That kind of stuff

So without further ado

I stop looking for love

And try to forget about you

Move on, and just wait 'til I can be proven wrong

Which, as I predict, will take the rest of my life

To find Lil' Ms. Right



D. L. Cannon

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