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taken from my book, "Flavortism"

Submitted: September 09, 2018

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Submitted: September 09, 2018





Shackled to my pain

Shackled to my prison

Shackled to the way

I get nowhere with women

I'll fall of the deep end

And make no time to profit

I bent the rules

My jealousy too powerful

It took control over me

I did what is morally wrong as a result

I have only my desire to blame

But it's not enough to get away with it

I fell off the wave

I crashed

I see no point in catching another

I don't want my heart to beat for her

If my senses ever would have kicked in

In time enough to avoid making a mistake

I'd have played the right tape thru

But now I am doomed

The curse of "forever

Not even having the right to know her"

Whatever I said is whatever I didn't

And the taste of her wrath is bitter

I hear the fire in her voice

She will never forgive me

I can't change her view of things

Forever an "us" we will never become

So over it hurts

So forgotten, how I have blinded myself

For me to believe she was "ev'ryhing"

Even knowing she could never be mine

And mine, at all

Let alone, mine, alone

So I just let her go

'Cause that's what's required

When you show her parts of yourselves

She should never be seeing

And that's my fault

I should have been more careful

I guess no woman is ready for Puppet

Out here in the real world

Thee only place where there's woman to discover

I'm shackled to the fact

That I can't undo what I've done


09-08-'18 #1

D. L. Cannon

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