a small piece, but a piece just the same
it just wasn't enough for me
in your own way, you loved me
the line I drew too straight
too crimson, too deep
in your own way, you loved me
the silence, too much to bear
too much time for me to reflect
enough time for me to break free
did I?...it is still too soon to know
in your own way, you loved me
perspective comes and it gets easier
I can separate fact from fiction
it still hurts, it will heal
in your own way, you loved me
I will think of you when listening
to Dylanesque music
a wonderful gift you left me
in your own way, you loved me
the crescent moon will always be yours
when I see it...I will feel you
in your own way, you loved me
a small piece, but a piece just the same
it just wasn't enough for me
I wanted you to love me my way
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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