By: girlish


Submitting to your demand,
A true sign of weakness.
Trying to comprehend,
The reality of my meekness.
My mind is in control,
But my heart drifts aglow.
My soul lost in time.
And you use that I find.
Release me from under your spell,
That I may return from hell.
Dis-attach me from thee.
Please just set my spirit free.

Submitted: October 05, 2007

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