I’m not a soldier of love but more a prisoner of it, how do they say, love is a battlefield and I’m losing both the battle and the war. “All Tied Up” it seems that everything I do only serves to imprison me in love’s sticky web; I’m a fly struggling.
Tongue Tied
Player President, a Mack
On paper, maybe…
But now…
The words
Weighing me down
Locks to chains
With lost keys
All tied up
Fingers Crossed
Luck, belief, and faith
No not today
Not with you
The words
Can’t write with crossed fingers
Then sweaty
But behind my back
All tied up
Mind Twisted
What I am
Kept locked away
Nice guys finish last
The words
Wanting to become actions
Not crazy or anything
A demon in me
All tied up
Stomach In Knots
Embarrassment
Fear
Damn hope
The words
I was too shy
Feels like I should apologize
Hope keeps me
All tied up
Arms Folded
Can’t help being pissed
Cold
I’m so lonely
The words
I don’t need you
My body says otherwise
Holding myself, love leaves me…
All tied up
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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