So there I was...it was about time for Psych 210 to start. I reached down to grab my desk, which was safely tucked away between the seats, and to my surprise, there was written upon said desktop a poem. I read it, shed a tear or two, and then copied it down. I really don't know why, I just thought it was well done. Here it is.
I don't think it's meant to be, B
'cause she loves her work more than she does me
and honestly, at 23, i would probably love my work
more than I did she.
So we ain't we
it's me and her
'cause what she prefers over me, is work
and that's where we differ
so I have to give her free time
even if it hurts
so breath Mami, it's deserved
you've been put on this earth to be all you can be
like the reserves
and me, my time in this army is served
the time is now for her
in time she'll mature
and maybe we, can be we again
like we were.
Sorry bro. My condolences. Best of luck to you and her. But thank you for the literary masterpiece you left for all to see.
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