If I could hold you in my arms one last time. Could I mold your thoughts in my hands? Maybe I could shape your feelings to feel the way I do. How would you feel if I might expose my honest feelings to you again? Maybe I should, but that would only put you behind a mental prison. But why should I be held in a psychological prison while you're free to roam your thoughts. While I'm fed the same thoughts of you every day. So will you hold me physically this one last time, for I hold you in my thoughts last time, this time, and next time.
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- lilyy
- My passion is poetry, and hopefully as I grow in it, others can see that growth.
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