By: Poetry of a Dark Angel 2013
I feel you creeping in the shadows....I hear your whispers, lingering, haunting me, with memories.
Your words flow so sweetly, how you crafted, molded and neatly wove each one; they tumble down falling so gently, they blow so softly through the open window in my mind.
I am now bound to you by the hands of time. You neatly sewed each word deep into my core; each memory crashed like waves on a shore, flooding my head and down to my soul my reality slips as I feel you tighten your grip, lingering, creeping, haunting me. I breathe you in. I can't hold back; I feel you in my soul. I gently breathe you in, now I'm lost and your world begins. I'm now in the shadows of the games you play with memories that haunt, I am now chained, bound by time.I have become a slave to the memories of what could've been.
Now my heart is left bleeding in your hands, lost in the shadows of your creation. Your world becomes our salvation. I am not yours and you are not mine, but in this place we are lost in time.
Our little world you have woven so well... Our little safe place our escape from hell...... https://www.facebook.com/poetofdarkangelPODA
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