If I'm feeling pressured I'm gonna retreat Your need for control is your cause for deceit So back off my heels and give me some space What I call a grip you call an embrace
You're still in my aura, I sense you with dread I sleep as you sit on the side of my bed And watch me in slumber and ask yourself this "Is she dreaming of me?" You lean in for a kiss
But your hug is a strangle; an unwary snare And my trust in you still keeps me lingering there My dwindling safe house is too small for two But somehow I always accommodate you
You feel 'entitled' to all that I am And though it's unhealthy you don't give a damn Get outta my shadow, get off of my cloud I'm startin' life over and two is a crowd.
So much depth in this id never know the meaning haven't ever been a 2 but sounds as if that 1 was misleading in ways idk but I did enjoy the muse of it all.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
Thanks Jon. Some poetry contains bits and pieces of certain events and/or people. This was one such .. read moreThanks Jon. Some poetry contains bits and pieces of certain events and/or people. This was one such poem.