He Takes From Me
i only give,
he takes, and takes, and takes,
if i say no,
he laughs,
i cry out in agony,
a million and one times,
there is nothing left,
but he takes, and takes, and takes,
its all for love,
but i have so little left,
he has no regard for the soul he chipped away,
til i was nothing but selfish,
for my own saftey i built a castle,
and filled it with the cold hard gold,
now i have to take from others,
they hate me for it,
but with so little left and him still,
taking, taking, taking,
i have no choice.
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2016
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