its five in the morning, i'm sitting here by myself
thinking about love and its effects on my health.
i know that a broken heart cant kill
but it sure can lead to things that will.
ill forget about romance for a while
and try to deal with this time of trial.
i don't need the hurt anymore
like i got from that heartless whore.
because my ulcer is bleeding red
and there is a steady pain in my head.
my eyes hurt from all the tears that fell
i haven't shaved and i look like hell.
i sit in a room hidden away from all
i don't answer the door or take your call.
i live off of coffee and smokes
i don't smile or laugh at good jokes.
i'm not proud of the shape that i am in
its just because in love, i can not win.
the long road i travel is soft and muddy
so to hell with love ,i just want a fuck buddy........
don't critic my poem , to you its always at no cost.
plus its 5am ,who do you fuckin expect, Robert Frost?
Randy A Peters 11/26/13