The hands that used to fold ,
The knees that used to touch the floor ,
The head that used to lower,
eyes that used to close,
and the body that would submit itself to them,
They don't anymore.
Why would they?
Faith left tattered and bruised,
Trust broken beyond the line of repair,
Way too ruined to handle and care.
You chained those hands when they were folded,
And you broke those knees when they tried to stand back up again,
The head you told it wasn't ever capable of thinking on it's own,
Them eyes you told wouldn't ever see right and clear.
And the body? You almost made it into the obedient little puppet that you wanted it to be.
No more.
Try and Control me all you want,
But I've already made up my mind,
It's my body not yours. Not anyone else's.
Just mine,
and only I can command it.
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Silence and Secrets..(Book 2)
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