On this side

She smokes her cigarette, till it’s down to the butt.
She doesn’t know when she missed the writing on the wall.
She hangs her head..it’s four o clock
He hasn’t come home yet. The sun will soon be up.
He doesn’t rush to leave, takes this time to go,
Coming from another’s bed, he wearily shakes his head.
Broke by contention, he gives way to his afflictions.
Realizing to late it matters, his intention
On the other side the grass seems greener, days seem longer and nights seem hotter..
On this .side, where bad merits good and we don’t do it even though we should
Second steps are all but forgotten
Time stands still but the hands keep tic tockin..
On this side.. on this side..
On the other side it seems
Golf cart caddie’s take the scene
Two xannies from the fanny’s pack, pick up several throw the rest back
Money only grows on trees, when it appears that all will succeed
Forgetting that..most of us are at
Home living beneath the weeds…

Amanda Nicolle

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About statickitten131

My name is Amanda and I love writing. Currantly I have been writing poetry more as a canvas to channel my Bi-polar energy and to strengthen my skills.

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