Saturday, February 27, 2010

The Sting

You say this
I say that
Cut to the core
I can’t take this shit anymore
It’s all matter of fact.
No control
It slipped away
To you, you, you…

Not me!

Turned tables
Someday…just wait
Karma, fate
In an instant
Going to come
Get you, you, you…

Not me!

I breathe…
Give up…
Take it away
Slow burn…
Never fear
I’ll still be there
As always...waiting
For you, you, you…

Maybe me.

1 comment:

  1. love it. I keep reading and re-reading, and each time I feel it reach into me and tug harder at my emotions