Freedom is a Myth

If the bleeding of my heart passes through the passage of time ...
Does it not hear anything?
While passing, does it not absorb all the memories?
The past, nor the present, not even the future?
As my heart bleeds, it lets go of everything.
My memories, my love, my everything ...gone!
Gone to the point where me and my heart live in complete and utter sorrow.
Living in sorrow, but thinking of you.
Youre the only thing my heart ever knew.
I scream and I plead for my heart to breath freely ...
As much as I beg and as much I as plead, my heart is forever in sorrow.
I'll never be free!
I fight for the freedom of all thoughts of you.
Id do anything to be free from you.
Free from your hands that grasp me tight.
Free from everything! Free from whats right!
I know being with you would be the right thing to do,
But I really just wanna be free from you.
As my heart cries and as my heart weaps,
It gives into your game. My heart is yours to keep.
Now I know I'll never be free ...

by EmotionalReck07
posted on 01/15/2008