Monday, February 2, 2009

Granted

Why do you take me for granted?

I stopped for you, I ran for you
All I did was think of you

Hours didn't matter nor did ways
For you I muted my personal says

Have you treated me as a pawn
Or is it a suspicion that has dawned?

This gambit may not save the crown
For your pride I have masked my frown

Collaborated and compromised
For the schemes you so frquently deviced

Trying to salvage pride if I have you failed
For you I have my committment nailed

Others have held you hostage and you acceded
Unethical I thought and this way I never needed

Or have I taken you for granted?
Surely for you, my life is not granted

Sent on my BlackBerry® from Hutch

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