Sunday, July 13, 2008

Conflict of Interest

Tell me a feeling,
I want to know who you are.
Tell me why you are kneeling,
So I would kneel without fear.

Help is so far away,
How I want to hold your hand.
The pain makes me sway,
Like a rocker to his favorite band.

This conflict is mine to keep,
Locked in my heart with a crest.
In your hands I want to weep
With a conflict of interest.
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