Hero
I didn’t want to be you.
I only wanted to be with you.
You were so charming
In your careless ways.
You sold your wrinkled promises
Like dust flying in the wind.
Always checking the ropes
That hold you from escaping.
Copyright © Jenelle Spaulding | Year Posted 2005
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