Wednesday, November 4, 2009

On a Whim

Tightly constricted
Loss of breath
I had you wrapped around my finger

Sudden restrictions
A quickened mess
No longer a desire to linger

Constant battles
Never put to rest
At my sight you became a cringer

Stubborn behavior
Now a pest
You decided to snap off my finger

Absent closure
I must confess
Losing you stays longer to linger

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