Tuesday, 23 September 2008

POW

I AM A PRISONER OF WORDS UNSAID.
I AM TRAPPED
IN LONELY THOUGHTS. AND EVERYTIME I STAY QUIET I TRAP MYSELF FURTHER.
YOUR BITTER SUGAR-COATED WORDS BECOME TRAPPED
IN MY HEAD AND PLAY WITH MY LONELY TOUGHTS. AND EVERYTIME I STAY QUIET I TRAP MYSELF FURTHER.
YOU ARE A GOOD MAN.
AND I
DONT DESERVE A GOOD MAN.
I DESERVE A BETTER MAN.
I AM A PRISONER OF COMPROMISE.
MY SILENCE SURROUNDS ME WITH BARS OF STEEL
MY SPONTINAEITY
IS UNSTABILITY TO YOU
MY PASSION
IS ANGER TO YOU
MY LOVE
IS NEEDINESS TO YOU
MY LONELY THOUGHTS ARE AN ADDICTION TO YOU
I AM A SOLDIER.
WELL, A PUPPET.
I SAY
ONLY WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR.
YOU COULDN'T HANDLE THESE UNSPOKEN WORDS. IN TRUTH
I COULDN'T HANDLE THESE UNSPOKEN WORDS.
I AM A PRISONER.
I AM A PRISONER OF WORDS UNSPOKEN.

1 comment:

Nicole said...

ay serious......ur a talented muthafuka......sick....as in.....really! a poetic gangstress with aesthetics of a princess bruv....u sed it, u deserve a better man!