[OH.]

Time and time again,

I have told you to refrain.

From drugs and booze and hurt and love,

Instead you insist that like a dove,

you must always be free,

with absolutely no decree.

There was only so much i could insinuate,

When all you wanted was to impersonate.

After all was done and certainly over,

you would hopelessly run to me for sheltered cover.

On an occasional scale with red rimmed eyes,

or more commonly with excessive mascara buys.

Then I would brace myself,

for what would be the emblem of a harsh delve.

And with the total antithesis,

of the rightful eurhythymics,

I would silently bear all your not-so-rare,

heated,hellish,hysterics.

But for now I must fervently plead,

with all the mustered greed,

for your revered recognition,

that i am only but your reflection.

i like it,on an unforeseen scale of rarity.

I hope you do too,because it sure is unique.

That's a wrap.

Love overdue,cher.