Playing in the street

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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.

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knight4696 commented on Playing in the street

02-06-2010

I have to agree with Harvertommson on this one. Indulge as you may - it still is there when you wake the next day.

nini2323 commented on Playing in the street

12-02-2009

lol I kinda got a kick out of it, it may not be rational, but it is realistic... I think we have all wanted to play in traffic drunk at that... I dig the laid back nature of your writing it's melodic and entertaining

Tray4 commented on Playing in the street

12-01-2009

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooook

devaamido commented on Playing in the street

12-01-2009

This one's way too self pitying for me. The world is like it is and it's not gonna change... It's your attitude that needs adjustment & that just ain't gonna happen so long as you keep substituting "mind-altering-substances" for observing how life really IS.

HarverTomsson commented on Playing in the street

12-01-2009

We all have the challenge of dealing with disappointments on the way back to sanity. lol Drinking won't get you there, but you may think so for awhile.... just before you barf. I liked the write, the indulgent over-the-top pity party. Been there, done that, moved on. But its nice to circle around back just to validate the feelings that so tortured for awhile.

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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