Every time,
you take away,
I feel that pain all over again.
Every Time,
you return,
I feel that joy all over again.
I know you know,
the way I feel,
I'm sorry to you for it,
but no matter how much I beg,
or how much I cry,
these feelings wont fade.
You know who you are,
we both know your name,
Some people wear collars,
of silver or copper or chrome,
the collar I wear,
no one can see,
You put it on me,
years ago,
and now I can't get it off.
Note, this poem was written for under the influence of
Cathoid Rays (in the form of Japanese Soap Opera) and mayonaise at the time of it's conception. I apologise to those whose hearts
are broken or were forced to burn all their clothing and take a shower just to get rid of that dirty
feeling.
