Tuesday, June 10, 2014


I refuse to sway to every little bend and curve of your mood, 
There is compassion and empathy and being by your side; 
Then there is losing myself in order to correct all the disorder

You are so lovely sometimes,
Come climb trees with me,
sing off key with your cheap sunglasses and striped sweaters.

But you create storms
and always, always expect me to stay.
It's like clockwork -
But I should've told you I took the clock down

Tell me when you're ready. 

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