He comes to me
Not when I ask him
But when he wants to.
I have no say
No will of my own
But I don’t mind
This state I exist in
When he is with me
Ecstasy and despair
Entwine around my soul
He takes me to such heights
And guides me through my lows
Bound by my thoughts,
My feelings, my despair.
I simply exist.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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