By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 26 February 2000
Possession
I'm yours...
I know that I can't be though,
Not in every way that I want to be
No one can outright own anyone
People aren't objects; c'mon this is 2000
I know that
But hearing the words,
Coming from your lips
That I belong to you
I don’t know
It gives me a sense...
A sense of emotion
I guess that is what it is
It's this feeling of ...you
I feel you all around me
Like you're in me
I feel your hands and your lips.
With you it's like a fairytale
You're the boy in the trees
I, the lost girl in the woods
You rescue me from the forsaken
Scares of the night
But disappear quickly.
A hero that refuses credit.
But you're too late
I'm yours...
Willingly, may I be your possession?
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