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You tell me that you love me
But you run so hot and cold
You hug me then you shove me
I just can't get a hold
You swear to God you need me
And then you walk away
You never wanna see me
Then you're beggin' me to stay
You're random with affection
I just can't seem to score
It's pigeon superstition
Keeps me pecking for more
You say that I'm so special
That no one else will do
But then I find your texts
with all the girls you wanna screw
You plead with me to keep you
You need me by your side
But I can't help from feelin'
I'm being taken for ride
You love me then ignore me
It's paradise or hell
It's pigeon superstition
and it's workin' so well
I love you and I hate you
You got me in a rage
It's pigeon superstition
and I'm stuck in the cage.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform and a very belated
Pigeon Superstition
16 comments:
Thanks for "dropping" that one on me.
I think you need a new partner.
Alas we often stay until its too late.. we all have that bird's brain attached.
Alas we often stay until its too late.. we all have that bird's brain attached.
This is absolutely profound!!
Oooh, yeah. This could easily be a great classic for our day. Beautiful work!
The pigeon superstition works very well in this poem... it's true we hold on longer than we should!!
Pigeon Superstition! What a metaphor! And yes, we all have held on when it was time to run... Nice to read you, Lola! Amy
Run Run !!!. Enjoyed this and impressive use of rhyme.
You have captured that type of relationship to perfection in this poem. Really well done. It resonates!
Very nice!
Wow! Girl gotta get out of that cage. :)
This is awesome!
Sing it, sister!
Turn into a turbo-powered ninja pigeon with seven-foot wings!
Whew! Wanna hear you sing this.
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