taken from my book, "Coming To Grips"

I Couldn't Do It


I wrote a dear-John

But I couldn't send it

I wanted to "be so much"

__happier "than this"

I know it's goodbye

To having a shot at you

I found some one new

And now I don't love you

I've grown sick of

The meories of you

I want to be happier than that

With pills in me

The milk gives it progress

But knowing you

You'll give me a set-back

I wanna say goodbye but I can't

I need to use you like

You use me

And now I know

You feel no sarrow

Having ruined my recovery

Of my new sanity


01-15-'06 #1

D. L. Cannon

Submitted: April 12, 2010

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