Broken Hearted Sad Sap Blues Poem by Seth Proch

She locked the door behind her,
Didn't come out for about an hour,
Gave us all a scare,
She'd shaved off all her hair.

She always did little things like that.
Broke the window when she threw a fit,
Threw a tv out of it.

I loved her for her broken heart,
Knew she'd break mine from the start,
Lost faith in beauty love and truth,
Don't care who knows i've got the blues.

Her sad little smile all sweet and white,
Could watch her smile all day and night,
And wouldn't ever put up a fight,
When she'd go off doing her own thing,
In the corner...
In the back seat...
In the bedroom...
With somebody other than me.

Oct.1,2007