By Megs
Date: 6 April 2000
Lost Myself
I am your prism
Shine your light through
Pick the color you like best
That is what I will wear
You want blue?
I can be Navy.
Turquoise.
Sky.
Midnight.
Choose my tune
My song to sing
I'll learn the words
Be your lyrics.
I can be your book
Tell your story
Romance.
Horror.
Fiction.
Make it my own
Because loving you
has swallowed something
of myself.
Heart stuck in my throat
A lump my own voice can't get past.
So I will be your cup
To fill to the brim
With savory juices and wines.
Of a brand unfamiliar
But welcome in the absence
of my own.
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