Playing in the street :: SpiderValentine :: Original Poetry

Playing in the street
Well I told all my friends

that you were different.

Then you walked out on me

and I wondered where my heart went.

turns out it was on

the bottom of your shoe,

now I've got a different opinion of you.

I really thought that you were different.

I told you that I loved you

and you thought I was joking.

I can't believe I was going to

ask you to move in with me.

There was a time when I couldn't imagine

life without you,

but circumstances changed

just like they always do.

But I really thought that you'd be different.

I'm going to get drunk

and go play in the street.

In hopes that somebody

will run over me.

And if they swerve

and just pass me by,

I'll keep drinking till the day that I die.

It's my fault for thinking you were different.