Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Cold

You gently press my delicate body
up against the wall
I feel it cold and heartless against the bareness of my back
You softly take each arm of mine and tie them overhead
I look you in the eyes and think--where have you left your soul?
You slap my face with intention and smile as you *THINK...
you've left me bare and broken, bleeding dreams and hopes away.
And though I let the tears roll down to appease the master of ignorance...
the light that burns inside me begins it's rolling fire and
only You are left in darkness holding tight
to the comfort of your minute ways.

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