Not Looking Back

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    Not Looking Back
    Sweet yesterdays whispered in my ear.

    You’re the fucking idiot who made that disappear.

    I got sick of making up for all the shit you lack.

    I’m not an instrument, I won’t be played.

    So here’s to my future, because you’re in my past.

    I tore that rear view mirror off, I’m not looking back.

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    Dusty commented on Not Looking Back

    05-05-2009

    Simple and to the point. I esp. enjoyed the last line...very artistic.
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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