Manipulative Actions© by G Brown
Manipulative Actions©

                                                                                                     We meet one day
                                                                                                          The hand of fate
                                                                                                     But it appears
                                                                                                          I'm a little too late.
                                                                                                     You swear you love me,
                                                                                                          But in the back of your mind
                                                                                                     You're thinking of her
                                                                                                          All of the time.
                                                                                                     She makes you feel guilty,
                                                                                                          That you've abandoned your friends
                                                                                                     But is this guilt based on truth
                                                                                                          Or a plan for us to end?
                                                                                                     I find it hard to believe,
                                                                                                          But I don't know her like you do.
                                                                                                     I won't compete with her,
                                                                                                          The choice is up to you.

G Brown 18 Jan 2003

There was no reeeeeeal reason for writing this poem... Just had someone else's saga on my mind, and this came out.