The Pessimist

May 5, 2008
By Vanity Walsh, Chicago, IL

The pessimist speaks about his tragedies.
The optimist sing of her new-born fantasies.
God of love, devil of hate.
Your envy grows larger each day.
Now you are gone.
And your timing is wrong.
I pray each night,
That you'll call me in time.
Before I do something dumb.
And forever lose you love.


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