Another piece written some time back... Not sure of the exact year... Was written on a napkin. Probably from a coffee house.
I put you in a place
One you did not earn
The center of my universe
Around which I did churn
You were my sun
My heart burned hot
The center of all
My actions and thoughts
I realized almost
Much too late
The damage occuring
It was my fate
My heart had shriveled
From the heat
It was not good
To plant my feet
Holding on too tight
For much too long
I was too selfish
This was my song
Onward I move
To find a new sun
To grow and repair
When will it be done?
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