You came to me like a fairytale, I held you close; I looked into your eyes, they were deep and full of soul; chancing fate. I kissed your neck and shoulders, your belly and your ***, We took each others bodys and tasted freedom. ~ I couldn't help feeling this was: "your one and only" A secret that you'll keep to your self ~ "A happy thought!" Secure in the knowledge that you were once utterly cherished; And that you alone chose martyrdom; rather than embracing change.
choosing martyrdom and brutal familiarity rather than embracing change.