If you really love someone, you have to let them be with the one they truly love the most.
If you can’t let them go, then do you insist on controlling their life forever?
Do you want to traumatize and haunt their life so you’ll never leave them alone, even in their dreams?
Do you think you’re proper, fit enough to be their companion?
How do you think they will act towards you after what you’ve done?
In the end, can you really love if you only show affections behind a wall or pain?
There is no love that can be shown, if it is held against by its will to abide only by your bidding.
In your thoughts
I find happiness
Down memory lane
Sprinkled with heartache
Like autumn leaves
On road of bare trees
Shriveling and shivering
In the cold November day
the mind leaps to its haven
above reason's gaol
A daily dose of contemplation frees you from the shackles of reason and logic. Deep reflection is great for your wellbeing.
In my shell
there is life
In my cell
It shows itself
every single night
Then at dawn
hides itself away.
Soul bounded by lust
prisoner in a red-hot cage
where every step burns
and there's no one to trust
How desperately you want
how pointless your battle
you're the fighter
you're the jailer
oh - what a taunt!
If loving her wasn't a crime,
Why do I still feel like I'm doing time?
Am I a prisoner of my own desires?
I just hate myself.
But don’t we all.
..But don’t we all...?
This body is a prison.
No, this body is a prisoner.
This body is a is a prisoner.
A prisoner to my mind.
I hate my ******* body.
And my body hates me...
Why have I separated the two?
Her brain is always overcrowded.
Thoughts and dreams and half-written poems have taken over her mind.
Her soul is made of the ramblings of a nearly mad wanderer who has been confined for too long.
Questions and doubts and anxieties plague each of her waking moments.
Stress and worries ruin the rest.
Her mind is filled with chaos and her heart with mayhem, and she would trade both for a chance to breathe freely.
My thoughts don't listen to me. I am a prisoner in my own mind. I am lost in a world of my own making. But I will look in the mirror and remind myself that I will make it.
They say the truth shall set you free.
Truth is a matter of perspective.
I know the picture you see.
I don’t agree.
I know you are misinformed
And the truth will release you from ignorance.
The truth will set you straight.
The truth will enlighten you.
But that truth is just my truth.
I know what my truth can do to you.
I know it will rumble your foundation.
Change your picture.
But I don’t share my truth.
I’m afraid it will hurt you.
I know you are not ready.
And I care about you.
So I lie.
And we are both prisoners.