when your life is your friend
when it doesn't steal every little love
from you, or make you ask like a leper
for the days it holds
when it returns your affection
in verse or warm mouthed words,
that is the life you heard
was obvious and waiting.
why have you had to corner it here
weaving your desire into a cage
so you can find your life when ever
you like, where you left it,
pet it and call it ridiculous names.
you thought that making it comfortable
would make it stay
feeding it sweets
would win it to you.
why then are you both unhappy strangers
(or worse) plotting escapes from the other
May 3, 2011
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