Distress calls are a Venus flytrap Don’t come flying to the rescue Or your wings will be Its 4 o’clock snack Can’t seem to shut its flap Ever hungry for more Always empty at the core Traveler beware; Heed not that mayday; Move on and pay no care!
Your eyes will talk And be charged with theft Locked up in my life You might find a way out But with the peaks and falls I'll heal like the wolverine You made this so uncomfortable I'd track you down Coz a part of me is in you Two bodies with a single soul I couldn't leave you at midst I've fallen for you Addicted to your love
You sold me a love that resides in a cage, confines of guilt that only grow stronger with age You expect your love and all its intensity to justify your self-righteous jealousy, as if a sufficiently suffocating love defies all practical incompatibilities
Bless me with a love that is void of steel and chains, one that let's me grow without restraints
Type all the thoughts Tenderness Torture Trips that tries the tendencies Tempts till the tricky turns Traces the track to transition Type these trending thoughts Turn the trap on
What is this trap? What is this none sense of not expressing our feelings? Why is it better not to to reach for our past emotions and talk about them? What is this trap? To feel so anciently and never express? To refrain from feeling because we should heal? Why do our feelings become traps?
While I'm being taken, To a paradise home, Where all my dreams wander, And all my friends roam, She's being held down, Trapped in a glass room. She's held there alone, Because it's her tomb.
And it's not that I can lay the blame for my obsession at your door For it was me who draped your words with added meaning dangling the gossamer sheets from the paltry phrases that fell a little too carelessly from your cursed mouth, never guessing ,even once, that they would wind up serving as iron blinds *for my caged soul
