Monday, May 5, 2014

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I gave you a book so you could read
It, not put it away in a box.
I wanted you to read
So you could understand how
It all felt.
I think you're too proud to humor me
And perhaps think I do things
To piss you off.
I may frustrate you
But what do you want
Me to do when I love you so much.
Please forgive me for making you the most
Important person in my life.

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