Submission

This crooked mind of mine
It just aint right
No way it can be
My thoughts
They are indaquate
Inferior
To yours
I keep them
My thoughts
They are only mine to know
Tucked away
In a dusty card board box
In the corner
Of a shabby dismal house
Forgottten
One day the box may open
Some day
Thats not too far away
But for now
I take on your thoughts as my own
I surrender
I submit