May 30, 1992
11:41 p.m. 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Untitled"
She's a vision of beauty to me
Even as she leaves
But so far she always comes back
I'm supposed to learn from her
She teaches me lessons
Why
am I so stupid still?
Why can't this love I profess
to maintain teach me
How to stop messing up.
I
need you Pat
But I know I don't act like
it sometimes.
I'm a "crybaby" and a fool.
I
went through four years of college
And you went through the
school of "hard knocks".
But
you're a thousand times
smarter than me.
My
heart hurts bad but it's
deserved.
I
with I were more like you.
I take too much and seldom give.
copyright 1999-2008 by Michael F. Nyiri
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