I have allowed you to
Place me in a little box
So small, I can hardly
Breathe.
I do not like it in the box
It is small and
I like to
Breathe.
So you sit there
On the box
Talking at me
Not to me, as if nothing is
Amiss.
I will allow you to leave
If you will
So I can leave this little box and
Breathe.
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2 comments:
That's right purtay!
Thanks. I occasionally have an inspired moment. It seems that my poems usually involve women, frustration, or frustration with women... I guess we all need our muse...
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