Mold

The woman you describe of; that mirror image of me
is not someone you can play with
why can you see!
She is not one of your drawings or sculptures that you hold
She’s a real live person not someone you can mold

You claim your heart is empty I find this hard to believe
You are surrounded by your minions, ego and vanity

The woman that I am is the woman that you seek
But you always seem to think that you can do much better than me
Two years have passed since the moment we first met
And here we are again playing this game I try to get

But you aren’t worth getting
Not even for a day
For the moment I think I’ve got you
You are still so far away

I don’t know what you want
Or even what to do
You are not easily satiated- there are direct words from you
This one is too old
The other ones too young
And here I am left biting my own tounge

We both know that you and I are meant to be
I hope its not too late when you ll begin to see
That the woman that you seek has been there all along
Supporting your decisions and tooting your own horn
She continued to believe in you when all the others left
Which is why I cant believe that she hasn’t got you yet

You surround yourself with doubt to only be let down
Could it be your past that is weighing you down
Let go of you inhibitions and you’ll begin to see that
The woman that I am is the woman that you need…

This game we continue playing needs to have an end
not because you were my lover
but because you are my friend.

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