I have written many things today.
The problem is,
Afraid I will reveal too much.
But I still write.
Seems to be the only thing that makes it,
For a little while.
I cannot tell him what is really going on with me.
If I do I might lose him.
Gotta keep him on.
Even though I know I will not have him.
Even though I know I am not available.
Even though he knows what games I play.
Even though I know what games he plays.
Damn he is so fine.
See, this is what I mean when I say I better not show what I write.
I might give you away.
Might give me away.
The dog is hungry; she is whining in the kitchen;
Pisses me off.
Guess I will go feed her.
When You Were Mine 