The chains around my black rose heart
Pulled tighter every word, every glance you send my way
Chains made of the mud from the bottom of the ocean you have me trapped in
An ocean so deep I can only see your hands, holding me down
And your eyes, your beautiful blue eyes that were once a place of comfort
A place to get lost in and forget all my worries
Now they are the eyes that paralyze me
That make me subject to your will
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Slick Depression
RandomI pour my heart and soul into you. I give you my time. My money. My love. My trust- something I don't give freely And I'm still not enough. **gets better as you go, I promise** Inspired by @revengeavenue Self Restoration. Amazing poems in there...
