Monday, April 21, 2014

Mine

Each time you tear into my soul and call me "mine" my smile falters,
My knees get weak, my voice grows strained...
And I try so hard to pull myself from the back of my throat
And tell you I am, indubitably, unquestionably, yours....
But each time those words roll off your tongue all I can think is...
"I am trying, my dear, don't give up".

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