prompt me, if you like
pause me or restore,
fake forward to
another track and time.
please me, if you like
that would be nice,
a gracious game, attach me.
stand with me, if you like
til you feel kinda certain,
in one aspect or another.
do not frame me. i would not like
your bargaining episode,
neither manipulation, would i ….
rather
beckon me, to another order
mind your ways and self
until pleasure beckons you,
for yourself, not me.
i am in tune to you, or not
in sway and light meanderings of mind.
a series of events may take you
in ways you like, or not, with or
without a hand at your side.
speak with me, if you like
but not drag the solution from me.
you are your own way
if you have a mind to see it.
depart from me, if you like
strength to strength, or fall.
while it breaks my heart to await
your outcome ….
of fortune i will hope.
it sours me beyond belief, in wretchedness
for i fear what could befall you and
grit your stumble.
raise me, if you will
into a prosperous outlook
to meet head on.
shy away from your
mouth of negativity with words
bound up from invisible torture,
become light in step and airway
if you like, or not.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 4:55 PM UTC
prompt me, if you like
pause me or restore,
fake forward to
another track and time.
please me, if you like
that would be nice,
a gracious game, attach me.
stand with me, if you like
til you feel kinda certain,
in one aspect or another.
do not frame me. i would not like
your bargaining episode,
neither manipulation, would i ….
rather
beckon me, to another order
mind your ways and self
until pleasure beckons you,
for yourself, not me.
i am in tune to you, or not
in sway and light meanderings of mind.
a series of events may take you
in ways you like, or not, with or
without a hand at your side.
speak with me, if you like
but not drag the solution from me.
you are your own way
if you have a mind to see it.
depart from me, if you like
strength to strength, or fall.
while it breaks my heart to await
your outcome ….
of fortune i will hope.
it sours me beyond belief, in wretchedness
for i fear what could befall you and
grit your stumble.
raise me, if you will
into a prosperous outlook
to meet head on.
shy away from your
mouth of negativity with words
bound up from invisible torture,
become light in step and airway
if you like, or not.
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