Master

by Ms.Sweets   Oct 27, 2007


Hello my master.
The day is long
but I still can't sing,
those 1,000 songs.
I try & try,
Till my vocal cords hurt.
But pain for pleasure
In our world of hurt.
A slap on the wrist
for a kiss on the cheek
don't think for one minute
that your making me weak
I can survive,
with you by my side.
Holding me up
& guideing me right
Keep me hurt
& kiss my bruise.
I love the way,
You change your mood.

Love Always~
Rebecca

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  • 17 years ago

    by damont

    This reminds me of the slaves days when i wasn't even born. just the stories of history i learn in school. This paints a clearer picture of things. wonderful poem.