Satisfaction
I don’t want to live, if life means this.
Maybe you’re the one who’s suppose to take me to the skies.
Give me all with abundance; enough to take me miles.
Miles away from the fear that holds me down.
Don’t give me freedom; keep me locked.
Whats the good of freedom, if I’m bound to the one who scares me the most?
Perpetuated, I write this.
To the one and only who has me locked under his arms.
Who won’t let me free no matter how much my eyes may scream.
