When I want to hold you
You trickle like sand from
The gaps between my fingers
When I want to feel you
Wish you would feel me too again,
You say you are so wounded
And you wound me, by not wanting
To tame me when I am wild, anymore
You want me to be
Free, when I
Want to submit, be yours
It is so suffocating
To not be suffocated
In love
Do you not miss anymore
The gap between my fingers?
You say you are so wounded
And you wound me, by not wanting
To tame me when I am wild, anymore
You want me to be
Free, when I
Want to submit, be yours
It is so suffocating
To not be suffocated
In love
Do you not miss anymore
The gap between my fingers?
posted by Puff at
October 21, 2011
2 Comments:
lovely words...nicely crafted lines!
Yes, Rai, freedom hurts. It is, shall I say, vainglorious?
Thank you for the lines.
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