Troubles Of My
Own
she walks around
with my troubles in
her basket
I ask for them back
I need them to be
without her
she refuses me
says my troubles are
hers
impossible
she will never
understand
the troubles she
causes me
unless she goes into
the basket
and reads them to
herself
then she’ll know
everything
and want to go away
sparing me of these
troubles
she so carefully
crafted
so now she’s gone
my problems still
with her
growing more rapidly
as I grow lonely
I need them back
and her as well
they are one in the
same
please return to me…
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