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Kitty** Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 428Charlottesville,VA USA 
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My love has locked me away, in a prison cell I now dwell. Thoughts ravaging my mind, has made my life a living hell. The power to free myself, eludes my troubled mind. I fear the release of bondage, I am a renagade of my time. My days are spent reflecting, on how freedom use to be. My nights are shadowed with images, of how your arms gently cradled me. Reality no longer exists, these prison walls are my home. I was given the freedom to choose, o're where my heart would roam. My only crime was love, a guilt until judgement day. incarcerated within myself, a comforting hell, this way. Freedom I no longer seek, only relief from a joyous hell. I love you, that is my crime, God help me, the day that I fell! |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Wow! Isn't it true that we can sometimes be imprisoned by our own feelings? I hope that you are freed soon, Kitty**. HUGS ------------------ Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail- And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale! -Oliver Wendell Holmes |
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