Giving You Back

Though you were never mine...any how. Be gone! Sculptor of dreams How wonderfully you tied Each one with golden bows Woven of fairy tales that teased My damaged heart. Be gone! Back through the dark streets Of Melancholy where you found me. The lights are on now, and I can find My way without you! I give you back to the only one who Understands you... Yourself! Cynthia