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Negative Reinforcement
written by Tessin07:39 AM 12/24/04I train myself, am training myself, have trained myself not to harp my veiws on the subject, because, well because it's not my place and what difference would it make anyway. I'm always ready to hear of your adventures, and your exiting conquests. And I suppose on some level its comforting to know at least one of us has a reason for having two pillows.
I guess I should be grateful, in your present state maybe you've forgotten. Tonight I walked in circles down my darkened street, and looking at the sky I felt no connection to you. It seems as though the stars were... all mine.
Circles, theres always something going in circles besides me, because as i listen to your words form vivid images of your anger and your extasy all twisted into some sort of confusing ball, i realize your going in circles to.
It comes down to the same old things, memories, rose petals, thorns, assorted scents..... These days theyre all just.... Negative reinforcement. |
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