Kardia Thief
This story is as old as time
But it feels new to me
A girl to whom I'd give the world
But it will never be.
Why is it that I have no say
In what my heart desires
My sadomasochistic mind
Which starts internal fires.
My subconscious is mocking me
And laughing at my sorrow
It ceases for the shortest time
Just to return tomorrow.
I try to shake this futile dream
But I can't help this feeling
Inside my heart
Which part, by part
She's unconsciously stealing.
Copyright © Tom Williams | Year Posted 2012
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