San Francisco, CA.
I stand before you with hand on knee,
Begging for my life to be set free.
So I ask," Please, look at me,
And tell me that you'll answer my plea.
You stare at me with that twinkle in your eyes,
That same twinkle I see flashing brilliantly in the skies.
"Nay!!" you say, confusing me with your feverish lies.
"Your life belongs to me and I shall deal with it as I please!",
I feel the world suffocating me;dropping me to both knees.
A sinister smile escapes your face,
Knowing that your power over me, will keep me in place.
I raise my head slowly and reach my hand out to you,
"What I say now is what I feel---what is true.
That as much as I may love thee,
What we want will never be."
"What we want will never be?!" you repeat,
Grabbing my shoulders and lifting me to my feet.
"It's not you I want, rather your soul,
I need it to fill my core;to fill this empty hole."
"I'm sorry my love, but you give me no choice,
You don't fill me with peace;rather a constant rambling---and endless noise.
I ask only one thing of you my love, and that's for you to set me free.
To hold me in your hands and rescue me........"