Friday, October 5, 2012

Come Back

I take out the handcuffs,
You beg for keys.
I take out the blindfold,
You stand before me.
We played this game once,
Just admit you were pleased.
The games we played ended and all you needed was fury
In every way it seemed.
In our sick and twisted world that ended,
We always aimed to please.
Just say you won’t leave me-
And I’ll end all the pleas.

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