The Art Of Speech - Poetry

plea

You dance and laugh and sing and cry
And your being makes me do the same
Then you find your way
Inside my mind
Consuming my thoughts
And killing my time
Please, let me
For this I must be freed

Release the grasp you have on me
And I'll let go
Of the joy you give me
Your sweet words
Sting me like a bee
I feel weak I feel stupid
How I want to not want you
Please, let me
For this I must be freed

How I hate the way
Your gaze softens on me
And leaves me lost at bay
I try to swim away
But I forget how to stay
Above the waters
And so I drown
Within the corners of your smile
Please, let me
For this I must be freed
(Even though I don't want to be)

You say I'll miss you
What am I to say
For you must never know
That it is I
Who is missing