I'm a prisoner of my fears.
Bound in silence by my tears.
Trying to fight off my soul ties,
In the midst of the darkness my soul cries.
I am a soul whose intentions are good,
But years on years I've been misunderstood.
I'm tangled in spider webs.
Souls left behind in sex beds.
My right foot forward.
Stuck in mud I can't move onward.
I am the artist behind the masterpiece.
Lines drawn in a studio without a lease.
While love is a constant what if.
Crouching in shadows I sit.
Overtaken by heartbreak.
The feelings I share are mistakes.
I'm drowning in the rivers that collected my tears.
Streams had turned to rivers after all those years.
Now here I stand broken hearted.
Back at the place I first started.
Promising myself yet again not to fall in love when it hurts so bad.
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