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Jun 2010
I blame you
And on a pedestal I place you.
Today you stand accused.
Love, I've had it with you
and your likes
and your comrades
You ride in on high horses
dazzle me with promises
like a wicked simpleton.
Every time I am dazzled
I melt to your sweet whispers
And every time I warn you...
Love, be cautious, for I am fragile.
My soul can no longer take your play
Love, be cautious, my heart wants no more ache
It would sooner break.
And every time you promise me
No more heartache
Henceforth you will know only happiness.
Contentment shall be the air you breathe.
It will seep slowly through your skin's pores
and bathe your many cells....
And to you it will be like water.

And I listen, every time, Oh how I listen.
Gullible, naive I have proved to be.
And my mind bursts... It spills its glee.
Be free, be free my spirit
Cease your quivering and rise off your knee
We've found love...
And joy is its decree.
Alas, as my poor spirit gets off its knee
you start shoving and even kicking.
You trip me...
you trip me as I plead
for mercy, mercy is all I need.
No decree matters now, just let me get off my knee!
please Love, Please?

No... No more, Love. I've had it with you.
And to you now do I make this promise
Nevermore will I listen to your plea.
Nevermore will I wait or look for thee.
I will grow tall and sturdy
Like a cedar tree
And my roots will burrow deep
down to our mother's belly
That I may never bend at your feet again.
That then, it'll be you who begs me
And it'll be you who makes the unheard plea
and by then, it'll be you who dreams to be free.
Love, Caution, Heartache, Weakness, Promise
Written by
Radwan
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