Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Girl, what's going on?

Have you enough of walking that tightrope?
I always gave without strings - only care.
You tied the strings, wrote the conditions.
Not my rules, yours.
Yours? Or his?
When you came home, you asked to bring him.
Never 'no,' want for you shelter,
a place to lay your head.
Now look at you two,
can't seem to get it together.
But we're not gonna let you two
pull us apart anymore.


is our home.

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