INotRobot

The caustic and hateful nature of the delivery of your words Slit me down the middle My heart, my soul Now sloppily in two. You say my big brown eyes Don't see beyond their placement in my big blonde haired head But I assure you They do, they do I've given my pride, my desires My life, foolishly to you. You told me to move, move away Move somewhere far far away with you You've told me that you love me I'm beginning to believe you do, You do But the time, too much of it, left on my weak little hands Is not something that my weak little mind, my weak little body Making up the weak little me that your controlling, Demanding eye