.
Cut me loose

     from these strings

          that bind.


So I might again

     exercise the freedom

          of mind.

.

this is my story with love
full of suffocating curtains
for when the night is dim
my voice turns to embers

twisty smokey riddles
hidden shameful sinners
hearsay, life is blooming
I wonder, why is it gloomy?

the nights are lonely
and so are my stories
narrating a forged glory
my tears became holy

I for once, can breathe
picked up a radiant peach
golden taste shoved my teeth
poisonous fate, couldn’t breathe

illusionist perishing stars
feeble the sky is without light
watery eyes revive beyond
for a broken heart underneath

love is within deep waters
but I got no sea
no hands or feet
only a story to daydream

I could not go down
this path again---no more
could I give.  "Tis true
love is sore.

Tender words are alien
I would but tell another lie
this is the winter of love
we should let the past go by.

The heart is its own deception
but that it would coyly deny
vows made in throes of passion
are easily broken and soon they die.

Let me walk away in silence
none of us should have reason to cry
though there might not be healing
ourselves we'd save in this goodbye.