
When I figure out a way to summarize poetry, I'll let you know. But it's a song. About...stuff. "Breakup" seems much to cliche to write. Then again, I just did, so-I give up, just read it.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 256 - Published: 10-04-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3063069
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"Third Option"
I love how you hate
How you love that I hate
How we fall apart
And if you know that I know
We both know we're never
Going to quit our parts
We've rehearsed for our friends
Now we're ready to raise the curtain up
But maybe I'll forget my lines
And you'll miss your cue to leave me broken
Maybe there won't be a tragedy today
And it'll end on our own terms
I can't forget how
We don't remember
To always give a try
And you can't decide
If you're right or wrong for
Telling me good-bye
When life isn't gracious
We take everything and never look back
But maybe I'll forget my lines
And you'll miss your cue to leave me broken
Maybe there won't be a tragedy today
And it'll end on our own terms
When we both arrive at home
Our beds are made, but we're still cold
I'll go to sleep, and dream no dreams
And you'll still have some part of me
But maybe I'll forget my lines
And you'll miss your cue to leave me broken
Maybe there won't be a tragedy today
And it'll end on our own terms
Maybe I'll forget my lines
And you'll miss your cue to leave me broken
Maybe there won't be a tragedy today
And it'll end on our own terms
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