Poem.

I am a prisoner
Tortured every day
To confess my feelings
Crushed by warm arms
By eyes stared

And every day
the same seat
the same hunger
the same sweet
the same network

Hold me at the helm
This foolish love
That made me weak
But attached to the port
Always tried to anchor

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  • raman13 on Oct 20, 2009

    excellent

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