My thoughts
are the strings attached to you
with your hands
I walk and run
Each feeling of desire
is controlled by the movement
of your hand
I have no choice
but to admire
Ive become the greatest fan
to the hostile love
that has trap
me with your
barbed wire
Ive manage to cut
1 or 2 strings but its deadly
to stop the bleeding
its nothing friendly
So here I am
to endure this pain
endure her love
or bleed to death
©oiram
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