always looking and finding me here
is there such a thing as too much love?
are you afraid it will swallow you up?
are you unsure? is it me or you?
do you need a dog like Blue for the clues?
did I not say it or lay it on the line?
every single moment, every single time
did I give too much, or maybe, not enough?
when you spelled out no, were you calling my bluff?
the clock ticks slowly away all of our hours
what you could have had when you held the power
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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