Tuesday, May 13, 2014

20 Poems #8

The quality of these drafts just continue to diminish. 

Happiness is a beast
I keep behind
closed doors with
a lock. I won't let
the key people call
love loose it and let it
run away.
It isn't meant to be free
in the streets.
I bought this animal
for my own company
by spending
countless hours
trying to decide
what was most wrong
with me
and finally I concluded
that my biggest downfall
was letting you see
me as anything
but myself.

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