by April G Sep 1, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
A helpless soul stuck in the binding of your love. Why must you keep me so close, why do I love you so much? I wish to be free when you call me in that tone, but no. I don't dare leave. I couldn't cause any more pain on myself. For I am just as your servant as you are my master, all you are causing is a dramatic disaster. I look you in the eyes and freeze, for those same two eyes once looked upon me as your one and only. Though you still see me as yours, your one and only it is different. My soul is part of you, binding me to become a part of you, to the one I once loved. But yet I no longer want to love you but I can't stop. I am used as a puppet, as a filling for the emptiness in you soul. The devils friend you are, to me and to all you once loved. I sit here waiting for you, for anything you push upon me, as i watch my life float away from my grasp. A helpless soul stuck in the binding of love, that is what i am and will always be. |