Sunday, March 22, 2009
MELLOW DRAMATICS
THERE IS A SONG..THAT KEEPS FLOATING THROUGH MY MIND..AS I THINK..HARD...
UNCHAIN MELODY...CHAIN..NOW ..WHAT THE HELL DOES THIS MEAN?..I'M FINDING
MYSELF BEING DIRECTED AS..A SUBJECT..MATTERS FAR FROM BEING FINISHED
IN MY LIFE..BUT WAS LEFT OUT YEARS AGO...SO I GRAB A HOLD OF MY THOUGHTS...
MEDITATE THIS THEORY..FOLLOW WHAT IT MEANS...I ASK MYSELF..WHOSE GOT A HOLD
ON MY HEART...WHERE ARE THEY..WHEN DID IT HAPPEN..LEFT ME KINDA
FEELING ALONE FOR SO MANY YEARS..I'VE TRIED TO PRACTICE...PRAYED ..I HAD IT
UNDER CONTROL..THOUGHT OF WAGES OF SIN...KEPT GIVING MYSELF TO THE LORD..
HERE COMES TEMPTATION..TREADING WATERS..BITING AT MY KNEE CAPS..MELTING MY
INNERMOST AFFLICTIONS..PLAYING WITH MY HEAD..I LOOKED TOWARDS A NEW DAY..
WITH NEW THOUGHTS IN MIND..SMILE..ACTED LIKE A WOMAN WITH..WORDS THAT'S BEEN
KEEPING TABS ON ME..CORRECTED..WHAT WAS SEEING ME..A ISSUE..WITH PROBLEMS THAT
STILL..TO THIS DAY ARISES...SO I GO AND DREAM OF WHAT WAS ONCE A VIRGIN..WITH
A SILK LINING..PURE AS THE DRIVEN SNOW..CLEAN AS A PORCELAIN NOVELTY..A PIECE
THAT SHINES..LIKE A BEAUTY TO BE HOLD..THE LIFE OF A VICTIM..WEARS NO LAUGHTER..
GAINS NO KNOWLEDGE..JUST A LACE CALLED LINGERIE AND THE TIME OF SEXUAL PLEASURE..
I'M HIS HEAD PIECE AND HE'S MY BEDROOM RUMBLE..WHERE MY MIND..TAKES ME AWAY..
AND I AM HIS SCORE..100% PURE..AN INS AND OUTS OF TRIAL PERIODS..WHERE MY HEART
WEARS A STONE AND HE IS HARD AS A ROCK IN A HARD PLACE..A WORLD..WHAT WANTS ME..WHERE..ACTS ARE TRADITIONAL..WHERE..I HAD NO CONTROL AT ALL..UN CHAIN MY HEART...LOVE GROWS UNCONDITIONALLY..WHERE THE MELODY PLAYS A SONG...
TAKES ME THERE..WHERE I CAN'T SAVE MYSELF..A LONELY PLACE..A BOND..WHAT VISIONS..LETTING GO...BUT COMMITS SUICIDE..DIES..THE OTHER WOMAN..AN AFFAIR 2 REMEMBER..THE ONE U LEFT BEHIND...A DRUNKEN SLUMBER...A DRUG..DOROTHY DANDRIDE..
PLAYED BY HALLE BERRY..A SAD STORY..MINE WORE..ONLY DIFFERENCE..I AM ALIVE..
LEFT ME ALONE..AS ALWAYS..THE SAME OL' MELODY..BROKEN..CHAINS THAT BIND ME..
BUT WON'T SECURE ME..HAPPILY..AFTER THE FACT..OH..HOW I WISH I CAN..4 get it..
q:*^(0)^*:p..SINCERELY YOURS..THE END..CREATE..SHEILA T JORDAN
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