Saturday, December 20, 2014


Isn't it strange how you pay so much to get your head in place

and yet you end up back in the same place

with a headache and an empty wallet.

I wished you had of placed me in a place

 where I was your king instead of being your slave.

Oh would give anything to be a bird, but I can't help but feel

 that you clip my wings - what is this love that makes me feel so many things?

No, but I am too attentive to my mood too keep my head focused on my attitude.

I am no longer playing with whatever it takes, my heart is sorely punctured by your stakes.