I am a woman, who seeks for dependence in independence.
You are the absolute, solid synonym of independence.
I am the pages of a book that I have yet to discover.
You have already finished my memoir.
I have naive eyes that fall a bit too short.
You have bold eyes that can be made uneasy.
I fear of the world and its cynical motions.
You fear the thoughts that ponder about.
I read the words that I touch and that have touched me.
You grasp words and ****** them, in intimacy, not conspiracy.
I feel independent in the mere twist of a definition.
You feel the dependency and you cradle it.
I feel soft skins caressing my body,
and I take it as dependency inside of independence.
You are the words I touch, the letters I hold,
and the perfect line between antonym and synonym
I speak.

There once was a boy over yonder
Who gave the girls something to ponder
And I must confess
Though loathe to acquiesce
Despite my denial, I've grown fonder

Gravity keeps me keen to the world.
I love the blades of green delight when they tickle at my toes.  
I love the rays of yellow dwarf.
At my freckles, they jest.
It seems senseless how our Masters get away with ******.
We sharpen their blade and willingly hand it to Master.  
And he drives it back into our chest.
A willing sacrifice, I would admit.
But I fear the feeling of helplessness
curses my allegiance to the Gods.
So tonight I close my helpless eyes
and learn to fly for forever.