[Gambit_X]

As T. S. Eliot is my favorite poet, I'd like to post "The Wasteland," but it's a million lines long, so I'll post a couple of mine. Not fishing for compliments, either.
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Last night I fell asleep
At the wheel of my car,
Driving thoughts of you and me
Out of my head. It's hard,
But now the stage is set,
And I am ready to act.
Here comes my line, "You bet!
I'm happy, I don't need her back."

But that's such a lie

You can't complain
While I am trying so hard
I'll forget your name
If you will help me discard
Guilt and regret that's building
Walls that keep us
Miles and miles and miles
Apart

I'm taking photographs
of dying things and setting sun,
And though I hate to laugh
It's hard not to poke fun.
I'm at a loss for words;
Things I took for granted fell apart.
And though it's so absurd,
For you, I'm ready to start

Lying through my teeth.

You can't complain
While I am trying so hard.
I'll forget your name
If you will help me discard
Guilt and regret that's building
Walls that keep us
Miles and Miles and Miles
Apart

-One of my older, angsty works
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Let it snow

Let in the cold, the damp, and the heavy
Let it fill us with regret and with envy
Of warmer places we think that we know
From times we remember from not long ago

Let it snow

Let it surround us and let it confound us
Let it collect and reflect the incorrect
We’ll all say things we don’t really mean
It’s the nature of the season to present the obscene

Let it snow

Let it freeze our minds and make us forget
Let it fill us with loss and make us regret
We'll remember the sun and feel its glow
'Til brittle is broken and gone is the snow.

Let it snow

-One of my recents.