"Come to me",
He whispered to my soul
"Gladly", it responded
Perhaps the greatest feeling is the one we are all scared of enduring
Perhaps we feel we shouldn't take a risk,
Or maybe we are the risk
Stroking my hair he began to discuss his faults,
Assuming I had any to share
Lowly he spoke, As if alluring me
Gazing into my eyes he began picking my brain, Guessing my thoughts,
In assurance some were of him
Doubtful I felt my demons laughing in them,
Why this man is truly in love they presumed,
"Why, this man is about as wrong of your feelings as you are."
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As the demons hold you captive, they trimble with fear of the day of your freedom.
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