Smiling on the outside, feuding with the devils inside
I made a promise to God,

That I would not allowed any man to make me cry again
Calling her name: calling out her name
Throughout a passionate moment of love making. Untamed

Despite the years in captivity, the victim
Still love the abusers: his was nerve racking:

*** for me is like my poetry writing: unfinished
I am constantly hitting  the spell check button

I always find a little happiness,
Then it fades like the passing months
Give a little, takes a little
Sometimes, we just have to heal
That wounded bird, then
Let him go free:
Stockholm syndrome is no exception.
Let him go free...Annie!
love is strange