defenseless, helpless, fragile
prisoner to your charm
to you laugh, your warmth
hopeless, fallen, consumed
there goes my sense,
my thought and willful reason.
your eyes a glint of steel,
your voice like skillful treason.
lack of self-control,
loss of literate words
acquired this sense of yearning
internal fire perpetually burning
i am yours and you are mine,
this unknown love, past the hands of time
be with me, eternally
in this forbidden love, this tyranny.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Prisoner
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Aww~
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