It hurts letting you always be the light
Why can't you let me feel that bright
I will always be a step below your hill
Because that's the way you view me still
My sickness starts and ends with you
I strive for more the less you think I do
I work harder but feel so much less
Stemming from that ego you must caress
3/27/13
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...