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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Jul 02 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.02.22.29.3862]] |
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They fall in love with the words, call me goddess or queen, and forget there's a woman caught somewhere between the words and the wishing, the truth and the dreams from a world of impressions, not quite what they seem. They don't see the chains I wear on my hands, one dappled with amber and can't understand that a bracelet while pretty is still made of chain and the heart can go yonder, but the soul will remain. It's a place of deep longing, a word something like fear, losing my heart, but still standing here, and you sing me your love songs, you offer your hand, and I long for the simples your words would command. Is it too much to ask not for satin and lace, but a port for this heart, that has never felt safe? |