Pain
I transfer pain to paper
though lately it seems to much
When the only thing I ask of you
is a smile or a now and then touch
You act as if I harass you
when wanting to talk about us
Seeing me as a drama queen
feeling I do nothing but fuss
Though I'm sorry that you see it that way
I must this once disagree
My heart and soul are there for you
It's never been just about me
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J Dawn | Year Posted 2009
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