Once again….I let a bullshitter weasel his way in and then drop me like a hot plate….thank god for my creative outlet….here’s a poem on the way I feel….

She’s come to the point where she says she’s done
She’s lived her life, she’s had her fun
Broken promises endless dreams
All is not what it seems
When does it end, when is it over
When does her “broken heart” recover?
She builds her walls once again
Until her heart will finally mend…