Stuck

I’m tired; Tired of the excuses,

Of the running around,

Of the me yelling before you realize something is wrong

And then you come

Bearing gifts and apologies, Words better than a love song

And I melt into a puddle, so damn gullible

Taking sweet words and sweet nothings

Like sweet dreams, making somethings out of nothings

I’m tired of the merry-go-round

Two tops in mud, spinning one place

Never moving, never progressing

Just…stuck

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s