Sunday, December 18, 2016


Can I say what you like?
O how can I do that?
How when you are not mine?
Say when can I say what;
You get me all confused.
I'm not at all amused.

You want me to suffer,
Maybe that's what you want.
It makes you feel better.
O how you make me rant
'Bout things I shouldn't say,
Things I won't do today.

But I did it, said it;
I feel my heart still beats,
So, please, just let me leave.

You make me sing sad songs
Just like Andromache,
But even who go wrong
Are poets who can see
That there is life in pain,
Although it's all we gain.

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