If you ask me where I'm from, I get all confused and irritated. I finally thought of a location that will let you create assumptions that I'm comfortable with...............
Published on June 22, 2005 By propagandhi In Writing
I may appear to be free, but I'm just a prisoner of your love

I fly around, jumping from table to table

smiling and cracking jokes

but you're in my heart my beauty



it just hurts so bad, and I'm not a soldier

I'm not a fucking soldier

I'm allowed to cry when I want to



I don't have to follow the golden rule of NEVER CRYING

i'm not a fucking marine

my baby you support me

you believe in me

and you're smitten by me



finally, jesus

finally



two tear drops drop

and I wish you joy and happiness

but above all things I wish you joy



but I want to be selfish

i want to keep you in my arms forever



I'm selfish- you tell me as the yellow lights in the island shack bar glare your hedonistic glow
you smile your middle child smile
and love that you're getting the attention

my baby, your heart has captured mine
and now the control is not ours anymore

are you afraid?

Comments
on Jun 23, 2005
All this genuine passion and affection for a person a million miles away. That's the kind of love that inspires writing that's alive. Sorry it has to be that way, but at least you're getting good poetry out of it. Scant consolation, I know.
on Jun 23, 2005
thanks for your inspiration, it means alot.