Poem

I can post this without fear of becoming a poetry blogger* as i have only written one poem.


You came to me, I said you could
You said the things I knew you would
Extracting aims and dreams from me
And hoping you could treat my freedom
Like a toy to tangle with
Aren't hands enough to strangle with?
You blew me out, you shut me in
If you dropped dead, I'd hear the pin


*Not that there's anything wrong with poetry bloggers, just that I ain't a poet.