Trapped
By radha
This isn't the first time I have seen you I caught a glimpse of you long before now Superficial sacrifices plague our lives Only the plasticity of your words can exist now Running down a white corridor i see your face Your image imprinted in my mind Bathing in the sickness of my anguish i long to be free of you Of this Of everything that haunts my soul To you i am a like a beautiful flower Bearing the scars of your seeds Your divine words echo through me I mourn for your dedication Crucified by hurt Imprisoned by love I am yours my darling. © on Jan 20 2002 06:37 AM PST 0 • 1
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"This isn't the first time I have seen you..."