by Michael T. Heath

Created on: September 25, 2009   Last Updated: March 27, 2010

'Til Death Do Us

Breakfast lies down in my stomach

Our kitchen is so tiny, today

We dance around each other - ships in harbor

I shrink, giving you space

You want all the space in the world

Anger boils like old coffee on low

I can't change everything you wanted

People have minds of their own, you see

Or maybe you don't

I'm here, and not the leaving kind

Time will see or not see

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