Thursday, 22 November 2012

Put Down

No care for caution
in a casual kind of way,
I strolled into your claws
and had no intentions to stay.
Did I scratch the surface
on your list of demands
or was you waiting to be put down
by my able, willing hands?
I have tried to be fair;
as fair as your features seem,
but the relativity is too delicate
for me to be your childhood dream.

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