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By angieubaldo Date: 2004 Apr 07 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.07.05.01.26094]] |
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Your arms, Used to be my own private prison. I was locked away, in your arms. One day I broke free, ran away and never looked back. I got over it, suppressed the pain, the love, the lust, the confusion. It is gone from me. After so many years, So many tears, So many nights I felt like dying without you, All the memories, I locked away. In your arms, In this moment, I feel safe, Protected from the world, I feel untouchable. I remember love, Untouched by this horrid world. Untouched by you or I. A love that was young, unvulnerable, Pure. After all this time, I am blind, My thoughts, emotions, Are cold. love is foreign to me. After all the men I've known until now, After all the times I've blacked out, Woken up in foreign arms, All the times I've given my heart, My body, My soul, In vain. I feel I have nothing to give. I am unworthy of love. I don't know how to feel, I don't know what is real, But in this moment, In your arms, I felt encircled in strength, and warmth. It feels like coming home, To a place that had burned down right around me, The ashes scattered on the wind. A home I never thought, I would know again. In your arms I feel safe, I haven't felt safe in a really long time. Not even in my own skin. |