No verse about me has ever been written|
except those I've written of others.
And how they've affected the way that I've been,
And if they've been hurters or lovers.
All my emotions - alive in these verses.
Happiness, sadness, love, or deep pain.
How I lost all my for betters or worses.
Why I'm willing to try it again.
These poems about me reflected off subjects
showing the feelings I have for them.
Announcing to all that I am their object,
just the setting surrounding the gem.
It's the second place I continue to hold.
Fall in behind or take the back seat.
Just a bit player in the stories I've told.
Accepting the blame is no great feat.
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