14 November 2008

To assert.

I can't wait,
but still, I hesitate.

You arrive like a tornado,
a bomb
about to blow,
and assume all will
be as you desire,
your clothes drying in
my funeral's pyre.
But you meet resistance, mine,
unwilling to let this slide.

Shocked, you reel,
and realise you were wrong.
This is how I feel,
and this is my song.

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