Corners
Temptation
of your youth,
Shining
lights toward a truth,
Vulnerability,
that's a draw!
Drop dead
gorgeous, locks the door.
Pained,
abused, just men to blame,
Allows my
guilt for male to shame,
My mission
leaves no time for me,
I must
protect, provide, make peace.
Mad,
eccentric, a needy haze,
Open's
freedom, I feel amazed
Emotion has
got me all tied down,
Addiction
takes a hold, and drowns.
Each one of
them, thoughtlessly intrudes,
Destroying
sure holds on my moods,
Fear. I am
weak, ask? Don't abuse,
Or you'll
win in short, but in long we'll lose!
So am I the
fool, yet still to try,
Once again
although I'm sure to cry,
Am I
destined to relive, or die,
Or just once
will I be free to fly?
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