Something I wrote eons ago ... found it yesterday while moving things to my new apt and felt like I was going thro old photographs or something!! Felt very sheepish but then again...
Come on, Come on
Don't stand there
My body awaits
Your cold hands bare
Take my hand
Lead me to your lair
Freeze me under
That steely glare
Play your tune
& Watch me dance
To the fickle tunes
Of love & romance
Watch me talk
Watch me amuse
For debts untaken
Pay my dues
Sing you a song
make you smile
Contrive humour
Make you laugh a while
Follow your step
On the path you lead
Poke me quick
Now watch me bleed
Do I lose weight
Or learn to skate
Stand on my head
Roll over & play dead?
Don't walk away
Don't drive me insane
O please let me be
Your puppet again.
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.
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