April 5, 2008

My heart & soul
I pour forth
for you to know
I sit here in this box
alone, ashamed, afraid
to open the door, undo the locks
for you say to me
"I love you. You’re my heart
My soul. My me."
Yet you threaten to leave
if I so much as move
without asking you if it may be
May I go here? May I do this?
you’re lording over me
Sweet freedom, its you i miss
hanging out with friends
no more for you brought
my friendships to their ends
Why do I sit here
and let you run my life
Perhaps I love you dear,
for I am in strife
Stay or go
There is no question
its you i follow