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Saturday, July 22, 2006

its you

Stolen, lost and plucked free of childhood innocence
Wasn't abandoned, as they wish to see
I didn't give it up, I was 3
If I could go back in time,
I wouldn't
Nothing would change
I'd still be me, you'd still be you
They'd still be them
You won them over somehow
It wasn't your personality
Even as a young child, I seen the fraud
Yet you were still allowed to touch me
To take away form me something
I'll never get back
He, touches me, I hate you
And him in the process
It's not right,
I hate to be hugged
I hate to be kissed,
The touch of his tongue brings me back
I never scream though
For this you would be proud.
You win I lose
But he's not a winner
As bad as it may sound
He loses gracefully.
In the art of mating
I'm in control,
Or so I used to think
But really, it's you
It's your touch I fight
It's your kiss I hate
He’s lost somewhere in the middle


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