Thursday, June 28, 2012

an old poem I found


Sweet and affectionate,
Cradling me when I cry.
Cold and driven,
"I can do it myself, don't try."
Pushing me,
Pulling me into your arms.
Waking up with legs wrapped around me,
Your contradictions surrounding me.
So profound to me,
These two people in one,
This indesicion and its ability to stun.
When your battles over,
What will you have won?

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