The Hanging Gardens of Hammersmith, No. 1, by Victor Pasmore
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I AM MY BOY FAVE TOY

That's the Poem I wrote during the very last breathes of my Situation ship

You called me friend, but kept me closer,
You called her yours, So you kept her forever.
 
I am just pictures so I let them burn,
She has the ring so she is your forever?
 
I was your smile so I am gone,
She is your grieve and she will be forever.
 
I had soft touch, loving gaze, gentle heart and silly requests, so I am no more,
She has poison words, picket fences and blunt but she is still your forever?
 
I hang up all night giving you dreams with stars burning, talkin till the rise,
But now I go back to sleep.
She is routine so no stars no sun, no moon, no fun is She your forever?
 
Mama says now?!,  It was worth it?!  Thou what for “no care, no promises,
no shares, no belongings”,
“I was guest mom!” I said so I had to packed it all up,
But She is the residence of that pain so she will be there forever.
 
You were in good and was saving up for the better or should I for her!!
I was struggled, and starved alone for things that might be not of that cost.
 
I owed you and you always ask for return so like you were keeping the
“record book” but for a person you call lover?!!!! What.... I guess that you are just good with numbers... But you forgot that I am not your junior..
 
I thought it was my right to ask you for some favors, but If you say you Love me there is “No Favor” but just “Savor the Person” in Love.
So I wrapped up my wish list and thrown that out of the window.
So you can keep that Goods to Full-Fill her wishes.
 
All you ever talked about is you wanting to be with her or her.
But as dump as you are there was just “Me” with “You” not Her.

This Poem Reflects the ignorance of my expectations from a person, and full-fill of the there one who is not evening caring. It's my grieve I laid like Poem.

#expectations #love #support #threeofus

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