BoxA Poem by LisaButterfly
He asked if I could be defined into a box
I said I've always found myself jumping out of boxes Attachment Can there be extraordinary in the ordinary Chasing the stimulation Was it because I was so under stimulated as a child Boredom Mundane And then I find myself seeing things that I am in other people Like jealous of men flirting When I do it to Trying to control and possess men and close female friends And when I can't control I float away Control Lack of it Love © 2015 LisaButterfly |
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Added on October 27, 2015 Last Updated on October 27, 2015 Author
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