Well Water Poem by kwane Lamb

How can one have words…
Over that which does not…
Belong to them…

A boy friend or boo…
Is just that…
A free emotion running wild…

Who stops at a well to drink…
A well which is used by some…
If not many…

As the water is given to drink…
He is free to drink it…
Which does not mean…

It is your well he shall always drink…
For any well which offers water…
He will drink…

So how can you tell him…
The well he should drink from…
Water is water when you hunger…

For thrust…
Remember water is free…
And so are the wells…

Now what can you do …
To change that…
Make sure only certain…

Drinkers, drink from your well…
And you still cannot tell…

Whisperkwane
swtlamb@yahoo.com