Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted
Now that you know I'm trapped sense of elation
You'd never dream of
Breaking this fixation-Muse
Kid,
I wrote poem for ya, it won’t be any good, but at least I tried, I ain’t usually into this kinda stuff so here goes…
…Let me…
…wrap my arms around ya,
And hold ya to my heart,
I’d never let ya go though,
Fer this is the best part,
Let my fingers feel yer softness,
Let my eyes see ya smile,
Let my lips give ya kisses,
Let me fill ya up inside.
I will give ya quiet promises,
And stick to every word,
So listen to what mommy says,
And start life like a bird,
Let my voice be yer comfort,
Let my singin’ keep ya safe,
Let my love keep ya breathin’,
Let me breathe my last breath.
You’ve grown so fast, still please forgive,
All the times I wasn’t there,
For now I will always be with ya,
In the sun: sea and air.
Let my face give recognition,
Let my touch open up yer eyes,
Let my beating heart surround ya,
From the worlds cruelest lies.
That’s all I got so far, I don’t think I’ll be adding more to it, it makes me feel like a real pansy. I ain’t the type fer poetry; bike rides and beer, you could say that sums me up.
How long have I been gone now? One month maybe, an’ that month has given me sum thinking time. I miss ya kid, I miss yer scent and the way it mixes with yer mothers, I miss her an’ all.
…I guess you could say…
…I love her…
…that absence does make the heart grow fonder…
…I need to see her…
…to come home…
Logan…
