‘Tis both sad…

and funny,

That I need to break this chain to you

So that I can stay chained to myself.

You are the tempest, the raging sea

And for too long have I been adrift on your sensualities.

Ground myself, a prisoner of reason,

Not of your heartful caprices.

Not that I wouldn’t want to be your prisoner,

But I can’t be if you don’t jail me

.

.

.

willingly.

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