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I try to let go, to no avail I try to flow, without a sail How do I free this iron grip Pull heartily... it won't rip LET GO! My hands won't listen arthritic, blind vision hypocrisy from within I must win LET GO! how? I know, cut 'em off at the wrist, spraying bloody mist Never again, will I be a hostage to the iron grip; love is bondage |
good poem. but don't we all say that? at least until the next time we fall in love that is. Short memories ours. shard | Posted on 2004-04-13 00:00:00 | by particularshard | [ Reply to This ] | Being in a relationship is alot like kinky sex on the first night with someone you've just met. You feel precariously shackled..and do not know if and when you'll ever get out :D | Nice poem -MyX | Posted on 2004-03-15 00:00:00 | by MyX | [ Reply to This ] | I saw the word bondage and was enslaved immediately, lol. I love it though. the last 2 lines are utterly beautiful. Oh by the way, i'm getting my tattoo this saturday. | ![]() | Posted on 2004-02-18 00:00:00 | by Voodoo_Lounge | [ Reply to This ] | this poem is amazingly true to how a lot of peoplehave felt at some time in thier lives about love. Especially me. | ![]() | Posted on 2004-02-18 00:00:00 | by brokenmuse | [ Reply to This ] | |