Twisted Web Poetry

Poetry written by me obviously. I still try sometimes. Life gets hard. Hobbies expand. Words lose their meaning after enough time spent struggling to speak.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Sir (edit 2)

insecure security
hold me above these waves
I trust you, I need you
baby, I'm your slave
Pretty words and promises
Lock me in your safe.
Master and lover
Sir, I will obey

Tear me away to oblivion
Order me to stay
Conjure up my sweetness
I promise to behave
Your silence is torture
I drown within my rage
You're​ ever so distant
And longing brings deep shame

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