Squawk
You built me up just to watch me fall.
I'm beginning to think you never cared at all.
I let you have your good times,
I helped you through your bad.
But you're willing to just sit there and let me be sad.
"I know why the caged bird sings," amen Mya Angelou
What I don't know, however, is why I wanted to be with you.
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on Sep 24, 2006.
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This poem shows what happens when relationships go bad. So simple yet complex in that all questions will forever go unanswered.