| On A Dime Ask the ones who love me the most. I spin ‘round on a dime. Ask the ones who love me the most. One, two, three time and time. Happiness to hatred comes quick without any warning. Reaching into a hornet’s nest brings all the bees swarming. A wonderful day gone so wrong laughter, smiles turn to tears. I look into my loved ones’ eyes and all I see are fears. They wonder what will happen next. Is more anger to come? They wonder if they are to blame and where did this come from? Ask the ones who love me the most. I spin ‘round on a dime. Ask the ones who love me the most. One, two, three time and time. The ones I love the most do not deserve my twists and turns. Embers from the flames inside me start to grow, start to burn. People around me do not know which way to run or hide. They can feel there’s change in the air. They just don’t know which side. I spin so quickly it scares me. My reactions so fast. I’m in high gear before I know and flashback to my past. Ask the ones who love me the most. I spin ‘round on a dime. Ask the ones who love me the most. One, two, three time and time. Copyright Lisa G. King December 22, 2008 |
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Photos by Lisa G. King
