Imprisoned Again

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She's holding my hand
And I can't breathe.
She stands up
I follow
I don't know why I do
But her other hand is directing
The chains whose imprints I will feel forever,
And I don't know if she knows that she's caught me.
But I follow through loose chains
And I find I'm holding my breath.

She twirls me around
I'm willing to learn for her
I'm willing to dance.

My feathers brush the floor
As she carefully,
Carefully
Spins me around
But our fingertips
They never let go.
And I can forget of my scars.
I can lift my wings.

I don't know how love feels
I just know it's intoxicating
I've breathed mere atoms that've leaked out
And already I'm
Addicted
Addicted to her eyes
Addicted to what's inside.

I'm pressed against her
And we don't care who's taller
There's no music
There's not a note
There's no light
But I can see

Our fingers are entwined
And we enter the chorus
Dancing our way over words
And somehow
One way or another
We're synchronized
And I can't feel the chains,
They're wrapping tighter and tighter
I never meant to be prisoner
But here I am again.

Another blotch on my wings.

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I think it's pretty easy to tell I have a crush. She's pretty amazingly, just gonna say.

Also, why does my M&M cookie taste a bit like banana?

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