Yours and Mine
Throughts are racingThrough this vortex
of
Misunderstanding
Misaligning
What is yours and
What is my own
mess.
Why is it
That you should
Be all about the
Fun, while I must
Dance a little
Faster 'till it
Never gets all
Done...
Exept for what I need.
'Cause when I'm finished
I'll collapse with shortness breath
Upon the couch
Where I'll be forced to cast your words
Aside.
I'm not your slave
I'm not your fun
I'm not your trophy
That you won.
I'm me, and this is my
Responsibility
And that's
Enough.
9-6-09
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