Sunday, February 17, 2013

Prisoner

We were young and free
Enjoying our burgeoning
You held my heart
Gently you stole it from me
I didn’t see it, I didn’t see it
Til I noticed
You took me wherever you wanted to go
Never letting me go

Now I was a prisnoner
A prisoner of your love

Your cell was the best place
I myself didn’t wanna go

I wanna be a prisoner
A prisoner of your love

We were young and free
Enjoying the spring time of our lives
You walked into my life
I didn’t see it, I didn’t see it
Til I felt you running
Running in my head
And thumping my heart so fast

You locked yourself up
Threw the key
Never leaving
Never stopped thumping my heart so fast

You were a prisoner
A prisoner of my love

I woke up one day
Still a prisoner of your love
The cell I didn’t imagine this way

Sometimes it’s cold
I laid on the ground alone
Waiting for your gentle arms
Wrapping them around me

Sometimes it’s too small
I stayed on the corner
Sharing the chamber
With two or three more

I woke up one day
Still a prisoner
Now finding the door unlocked

Hesitating, stumbling
Hesitating, crying
I myself didn’t wanna go
I wanna be a prisoner
A prisoner of your love

I woke up one day
Still a prisoner
Now finding the door unlocked

But it was still the best place
I myself didn’t wanna go
I wanna be a prisoner
A prisoner of your love

You still take me wherever you wanted to go
Still never letting me go
Told myself,
I’m in cold, I’m in crowded
Cold and crowded cell of your love

I remembered the days
We were young and free

Now, when I wake up
I remember those days
When I was still a prisoner
A prisoner in your cold, crowded cell

I should thank you
Thank you for making it cold and crowded
It led me back to freedom
Freedom I couldn’t have relished again

The juvenile is now free
Free again
Enjoying the time of my life
Enjoying the time of my life
Like never been before

Thank you for making it cold
Thank you for making it crowded
I’m now enjoying the time of my life
Enjoying the time of my life
Like never been before




Just a simple February art :-) I noticed I haven't written any poem for quite a while. I wish I were a  musician so I could arrange it myself and sing it after saying, "hit it!"


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