All alone at night, I sit, plotting my plans for you.
You made me promises you could not keep, but, then again, how could you?
You put your hands around my brain, squeezing every inch of it.
But my stony, cold, forbidden walls thwarted your best efforts.
I will not bend, nor break, nor surrender to you
No matter how desperately I wish to.
"Try one more time."
"No. I'm just too tired. I'm through."
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
All alone at night, I sit, plotting my plans for you.
You made me promises you could not keep, but, then again, how could you?
You put your hands around my brain, squeezing every inch of it.
But my stony, cold, forbidden walls thwarted your best efforts.
I will not bend, nor break, nor surrender to you
No matter how desperately I wish to.
"Try one more time."
"No. I'm just too tired. I'm through."
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