Taste of Freedom

A day felt like weeks,

Weeks felt like months,

dragging a relationship that was determine

is going separate ways,

True or Dare? he said,

but...is not fair!!!

count down begin,

when anger stare and our mind flared,

more is said as my needs glare,

is only fear if i let you free because

my temper don't please,

there is nothing more i always desire

then the taste of freedom,

the air of freedom,

the sound of freedom,

I had wish death upon this cage,

golden and as comfortable it has ever been,

i learned many lesson,

and ensnaring was not one of them,

you lost this hand,

for many things you had said,

pleasant is unpleasent when LOVE is miused,

and i try so hard not to be rude,

your ways is fencing,

creating this world so fancy,

my feet never touch the ground,

but i kept you a float so i think is was the other way around,

so it was the last hug, last touch, last kiss,

but bitter me left relieved because it wasn't love.....