She sits with her legs crossed
Regal, Elegant
Doll like porcelain
Near the bedside table; watching.
As I lay broken shackled to the bed.
Bound, Gagged, and Hobbled.
I love her.
and can't tell her so.
with every beat my heart bleeds solely for her
and can't let her know
we are close together
and still far apart
I can't feel a thing
Only the pain in my heart
yearning for any way to show my affection
maybe someday I'll chew through this verbal contraception
my addiction so near:
My obsession; desire
while the pain surges deeper
the more I admire
A single tear begins to fall
as she floats across the floor
and my heart cools to stone
as she slips through the door
When she returns
things will seem as before
the mystical dream the we shared
shall be nevermore.
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