to see what I will do
trying to figure out
this time what made me blue
as you drifted in and out
a specter of a friend
always leaving questions
money my heart spent
you may control the strings
pulling tightly at my heart
but you don't control my wings
as once more I depart
you gave me too much space
never enough of you
always an afterthought
like I didn't matter to you
if you think that this was easy
baby, you've got it all wrong
this may be the hardest thing
that I have ever done
you may control the strings
pulling tightly at my heart
but you don't control my mind
which is the stronger part
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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