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Betere leesbaarheid

Misfit

door killea

The ignition is on, the radio too
my bags are packed, I'm leaving you
no more excuses not another word
won't be back to this life so absurd

going south to a new terrain
you'll get over the initial pain
have to leave while I still have some breath
if I stay, you'll just bore me to death

time is the essence to start a new life
in a place of my own, no longer your wife
off with the shackle of your misery
I have my own, just want to be free

to paint, and write and be the true me
independent of you financially
got to go, don't call, it's too late to talk
I've made my choice and I'll walk the walk

life never turns out how we expect
but at least I will regain some self-respect
in your golden cage you think this is it
you forgot you married a total misfit

 

feedback van andere lezers

  • GoNo2
    Yes, we can......
    killea: Thanks, gono2
    xxx
    j
  • yellow
    hard words but everybody had to go his own way,
    M.
    xx
    killea: thank you, Marc
    xx
    j
  • jan
    have you got a ticket..

    xxx
    j
    killea: not yet, still working on it, but one can dream....
    xxx
    j
  • mistral
    I wanted to sing this poem, it could be a song you know!

    xxx
    killea: I have no idea, but thanks for FB Mistral
    xx
    j
  • eleni
    your poem reminded me of the song : Turn the page from Bob seger, I don't know if you know him?
    killea: Hi Eleni, I probably do but can't remember anything of his at the moment, will check it out. Thanks for FB sweetheart
    xx
    j
  • Mistaker
    Go your own way June! (just like I've always done)

    Greta xx
    killea: Will do asap, believe me, Greta love
    xxx
    j
  • jamal
    some stay, some go
    when the hearth speaks
    in so many ways
    even when the other
    does not always understand
    for how long these days

    were strange people
    in a beautiful world my dear

    xxx
    killea: Thanks you Jamal, it is still just a poem but I am working on the situation. Many thanks for your lovely FB
    xxx
    j
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