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By Walking Contradiction Date: 2003 May 27 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.27.08.41.30899]] |
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I'm not shackled My lips are free to entwine with folds of flesh Yet there's a dull thumping in my head Where my heart should be You can't hear it through the glass screen that's protecting you, or me From my emotions Whoever would have thought things could get so complicated just because you handed me your heart? I'm holding it tight But the spaces between my fingers are widening So many before me have let it fall... I can see the hope and fear converging in your eyes. I don't love you, I say But still I claw into your core Refusing to release you to search elsewhere. My sea of emotions can't reach you, But through the glass you watch every wave. |