Thursday, April 11, 2013


Competing for the same space
fighting over simple resources

Who gets the bigger piece?
Why do you always touch my things?

Seeking for a place
all my own, don’t want to hear
your voice, or see your face.

I want time for my own thoughts
don’t have time to pick you up
clean your face, keep you entertained.

I want to read a book
escape into a fantasy world
but the alternative is being alone
and if the truth be known

I’d rather have you
follow me around
ask me questions
make me laugh 

challenge me to find
a game to keep you occupied
feeling your body next to mine
when you fall asleep

and listening to
you dream. 

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