your sweet promises
are fantasies
I’ve searched galaxies
to find your heart
then I realized
love is just art
painted on a canvas
played by an actress
who lays on a mattress
deep down an addict
who plays with sadness
your words are ink
that blot the page
his touch is a cage
I’m trapped within
being a slave
is how my life ends
buried in soil
with a dozen roses
wilting under the sun
because the gun
is too powerful
for a little girl
who lived to twirl
seen as a pearl
stolen by the keeper
who made her clean
made her to dream
made her to fly free
and the hand
is too *****
to keep distance
to ignore the existence
of a child’s position
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
your sweet promises
are fantasies
I’ve searched galaxies
to find your heart
then I realized
love is just art
painted on a canvas
played by an actress
who lays on a mattress
deep down an addict
who plays with sadness
your words are ink
that blot the page
his touch is a cage
I’m trapped within
being a slave
is how my life ends
buried in soil
with a dozen roses
wilting under the sun
because the gun
is too powerful
for a little girl
who lived to twirl
seen as a pearl
stolen by the keeper
who made her clean
made her to dream
made her to fly free
and the hand
is too *****
to keep distance
to ignore the existence
of a child’s position
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