Selective Hearing
Wasted thoughts of memory
You can’t remember anything
Are these actions intentional?
I’m frightened by what they bring
To me it seems to be selective
Your memory so to speak
For things defined important to you
Are the only matters you seek
Why won’t you just open your eyes?
So you can see I’m not the enemy
I’m the one who gave you my life
Yes, that woman was once me
Seeking your monetary gain
Is all you seem to care about
Lost perception of who you are
Pure intentions never devout
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2007
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