Sunday, March 2, 2014


you've taken
every bit of
control from me

throwing memories
around like junk

thinking your helping
by organizing my

but only doubling it
with each gesture

let me have control
as long as possible

tell me
i'm the only one
who should decide

keep me
in your thoughts
as someone dear

but know
that i'm not
the weak one

that i'm going to grow

let me grow
and please
let me go

....before it's too late
for either of us

to see the coming sun


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