by Unknown
Jun 2017 342 Views 0 comments
Keys
Clipped wings and hobbled ankles
His idea of love
Blinders and in a box
His idea of love
Why did I give him the keys?
A jogger jogs to clear the head
I have heard that said
A dancer dances and the artist paints
For the glory of the audience or for
The pleasure of expression?
Such a big world
No physical boundaries to restrict
Yet, I have become at risk
To have wings clipped and hobbled ankles
Handed the keys over in the name of love
His idea of love
Blinders and in a box
His idea of love
Why did I give him the keys?
A jogger jogs to clear the head
I have heard that said
A dancer dances and the artist paints
For the glory of the audience or for
The pleasure of expression?
Such a big world
No physical boundaries to restrict
Yet, I have become at risk
To have wings clipped and hobbled ankles
Handed the keys over in the name of love
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Posted: Jun 2017
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