Monday, February 05, 2007

False Protection

To be shelled inside a prison of thoughts in a narrow mind
Is what you look for what you want for me to find;

Out of freedom, give me space to breathe and to live,
That little freedom is too much for you to give;
While I try to mend the pieces of my broken heart,
I watch you stop the flow of love between two hearts;
Carefully cocooned in the hours of your captivating past,
You still hold on to angry thoughts, raged and made outcast;
King upon your throne, your aura is dull but all around,
Beneath the sky of purple haze, your dominance can be found;


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