Of bein’ next to you.
I swear I won’t hold,
Unveil a mystery foretold.
Absurdity! I rather be
Conscience stricken.
Leave me not a shadow,
Neither of yesterday or tom’row.
Why should your mind chain me?
Let me be in solitude.
Rather than in a make believe world.
That I am yours…
Your heart- sold a long time ago.
How can I take what’s not mine?
« return.