I get what I want, but not what I need
and I'm so tired, but I can't sleep
cause when I do, I start to dream
what is it you feel when I touch your face?
what you're looking for, and have replaced
what I feel tossed, like discarded waste
I've played it wrong, and made mistakes
you said when I come, I bring the rain
no afterglow, or sweet refrain
from my love you will abstain
exiled from your heart's domain
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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