I THOUGHT

I thought you'd understand it all,

but you only understand the problems so very small.

I thought it all would pass with time,

but only this poem of my life continues to rhyme.

I thought I had a true true friend,

but I feel so lonely and clod in the end.

I thought I could be strong enough without you,

but it still continues to make me feel empty and blue.

I thought my problems would change, somehow change,

but instead of going down they go up in range.

I guess I've just thought a little too much,

cause nothing ever turns out the way I think it will.

Good goes to bad, bad goes to awful,

and leaves me thinking still...

in a gal's world...