Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Poetry

We aren't the same
We never will be
You have different morals
And meanings than me

No we cannot agree
You won't stay out of my life
You don't like him,
So you cut him away with a knife

Scared to lose me
When I say you won't
You don't believe it
So you persist even when I say "don't"

Control me, control me
Like a puppet on strings
The master will find
That this bird has wings

Fly away
Far from here
You lost me now
Don't you see that dear?

It's never them
It's always you
Now look away
You know it's true


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