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Just A Bad Day

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Just A Bad Day

by

D'Arcy Liddle

Why didn't I listen, why didn't I run?
Because now my heart is the furthest place from the sun. It used to be exciting, I used to have joy.
Now it's all fading away, like a childhood toy.
It's like I don't have feelings, I'm not supposed to cry. There is no sensitivity or sincerity, no matter how hard I try.
Finally! I think I'm doing good, I think I'm doing it right!
Then I'm told different, it turns into a fight.
It went right by me, it went right over my head.
I should have been looking at your face, but I was starring at the wall instead.
My space is quite cluttered, I can't cook very well.
I try to appease him but I guess he can't tell.
We used to share the same dreams, he used to notice my hair.
Now that we're older, wiser, maybe even fatter,
My ideas, my thoughts...why should he care?
It really does'nt matter.
We do it for the kids, it's not for "us" anymore.
After they go to bed, alone in the night, I get pretty bored.
Childish dreams of a marraige, dreaming of being a Bride-to-be.
I should just give it up- thorw it out to the sea.