You
Life as I know it
is not mine
it's bending around the fingers
Of You
You are not my lover
You are not my mother
You are not alone
I try to please You;
In every little thing that i do
Only to forget myself
In the process
Yet when i have some time
It is wasted
Laughed upon
By You
I can't go on
Being this slave for You
I will have to put an end to this
Toil that was created by You
I need to run
To run with the wild horses
To be free from You
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"You" was created about 2 years ago... it was during the time of deployment... You could be the military... leadership... and that girl... that was a friend but a very bad one that broke me... and yet to this day longs for the friendship we used to have... so lost pictures and lost poems are surfacing... yay!!!
candy
Comments
Great poem - so devastating.
Beautiful, scintillating clips.
I write Poetry but my Poetry site is private you can inquire to view if you like.
So if 'You' is the Military, then the Mil was not good. (?)
It sounds more like the 'Gir'l you are referring to... to me.
the military when deployed it sucks... national guard tries to act by the rule book... this unit in texas sucks... the one in PA rocks... it depends on command really...
candy
double thanks!
candy
thank you much!
candy
I think it's a great thing to do.
thanks and sometimes they still haunt...
candy