Too Big to Hold

Too Big to Hold

Too Big to Hold

Could you mix a fix for my wound of ticks?
They just keep me scratchin’, the agony matchin’!
The time I was lost in Wonderland
Life here could never be so bland
It’s only competing for love I’m not beating
It’s only too bad for whatever I had
Untouched and unmoved by their thought
I stood tall in web I was caught
But seems I got free since they let me be
It wasn’t as wholesome of meal
As they had imagined with zeal
So bony a find, thought I’d lost my behind
But now after all, I could hold my head tall
Squirming to just wriggle loose
At least I broke free of their noose
I grew too big to hold
With a rope entwined with scold
Somehow I thought they would win
Since sly smile had turned into grin
But that was all wrong, I no longer long
‘Cuz my wandering eyes no longer surprise
And I don’t get impressed with however they dress
So now I have settled for clown
With whom I may laugh at my frown
And it is much better to wing it or feather
Than to sit and sour and never flower

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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