Maya Hanson (mye3 poet)


Back To You


I don't want to live always in your shadow
So I can't keep going on the current path I take
The path I walk beside you
The path that's wrecking me…
And this is what I say to you in my mind
Give it up, you're never gonna want to let me go
No, oh
And what you want's never gonna make me happy too
Oooh
So give it up, I'm never comin' back to you

Submitted: Monday, July 30, 2012
Edited: Thursday, October 11, 2012

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  • Thomas A Robinson (7/30/2012 9:13:00 PM)

    enjoyed, interesting poem.Would make a good pocket poem.(a poem to slip into a front shirt pocket, to be
    read on breaks, slack time, etc...instead of coffee, cokes, snacks...much healthier and lasts the rest of the day) (Report) Reply

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