Catherine Raymond

(St. Louis, MO)

I lost


It started out real slowly
A few simple hyms and haws
I changed them just to suit you
But then I lost it all.

I lost the way I used to laugh
At times quite dumb and silly.
I lost the way I used to think
Of life in a big city.

I lost my sense of independence
Which I once held so strong
I lost my sense of humor
Ever since you came along.

I lost my sense of flair
That made me shine so bright.
I even lost my favorite Bear
That I used to hold so tight.

But worst of all
I lost me sense
of being who I am

And so tonight
I take it back
No matter what you care
For its not right
To lose so much
Just to gain dispair.

Submitted: Friday, December 31, 2004
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