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I am just a convienance to you
I woner if anyone
Could
Would
Ever consider me to be more?
How hurtful those words
As if I am no more
Than a pack of gum bought on the spur
You could live on without me easily
How hateful the thought when I would die
With a soft touch you say so much
And with one cruel word undo it all
Convienance
How dreaded a thing
To be just
Convienent
For you
I feel cheepened
Knowing that it's true
And your right
Because I continue
To make myself available to you
For I cannot drag myself away
I am unable to stop
Like an addict craving
Thier next fix
I am drawn to you
Your touch sears my soul
And has branded my flesh
I fear my heart is following
I want no mans
branding iron to char my skin
But as the cliche says
Like a moth to a flame
I am drawn to you
But I am
A mere
Convienance |
