Not done, not right, not right now...
Set Free
This maybe-love has me crying
tears of joy and seas of sadness.
Deep within I feel like flying,
crashing, laying down and dying.
Death beckons you and calls to me
in dark of night by moon and stars.
Things as they are should never be,
no time remains to set you free.
Free from all that holds and binds you;
misery caused by one held dear.
Descending now, thoughts come unglued,
taken, twisted, perhaps abused.
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