A Poetic Disaster











{October 3, 2010}   Company

It’s a crowd,

Who can make me feel,

Feel truly alone.

It’s my company,

Who can make me sick,

Sick to the bone.

It’s not just them,

It’s me.

It’s not even you,

You see,

What I choose to do,

I have reason,

But what I confuse with you,

May be treason . . .

To your heart,

So stop it,

Cause I won’t even start,

So drop it,

You think you might know,

Who I am really,

But what I tell you,

I tell everyone,

Seriously.

Controlling yourself,

Might be an issue,

I might even hurt you,

But I won’t give you a tissue.

I already told you,

My intentions,

This is how I am,

So pay attention,

Forgive my nature,

Forgive my heart,

I don’t want you in a vice,

To be torn apart.
Leave me be,

Leave me alone.

It’s just me,

In my zone~

Go away

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