To Explain

All the fighting
Is really me
Trying to explain
Myself to you,
But this isn't
A novel it's a
Changed life
So do not leave.
 
 

My Song

The liked my song,
And I was new,
So it was cute to be nervous.
I sang for them,
And they trusted me
Like being held together
by peaceful birds
about to crown
A princess.
 
 

My Song II

They liked my song,
But never wanted me.
They held my music
And were prepared to
Set me free,
But not the music.

Then the scene changed
("New owners")
And I stopped
Stopping by.
 

He Said

He was the first
And best
person
to ever say
"When can I see you again?"
So he did.
 

Never Liked

I suppose what I
Never liked about you
Is that I always ended
Up alone.
-With cash/without
-with love/without
But always well-educated
Cash fed time.
You might wonder how love
Came upon me and never you.
It has to do with the way he listens
And the time he spends
And the needs he fills
Narrating life to me,
As I lay on his chest
--Hearing his words rumble softly--
And I don't need music,
Or money.
Just time and him.
 
 
 
 

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