Look at me and tell me what you see
My hands are free
Don't you remember that you tied them?
and I could not take my heart away from you?
You were part of my dreams
You were my prison
on cold days
But I woke up and now you are no longer anything in my life
No need to be captive
no prisoner
I am free because I was born free
I can walk and go where I want
Love does not kill
But I chose wrong
And I paid with pain
you hurt every part of me
The days and nights
Were the same
In the darkness where I was
Nothing made sense
1 comment:
Love doesn't kill, but I chose wrong...
I want to add, in order not to get hurt, there is no need to ever choose again... I just want to be safe. My heart would not survive being broken again. Lady M.
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