Wednesday, May 26, 2010

FREE WRITE @ 10:19am...

I love it

When we're slowing dancing on a busy street

Whenever I'm with you

I begin to feel

So invincible

So fearless

And care free

Tonite

I'm up in your arms

Trying to find myself

But

The dependency is weakening my spirit

And what I know to do is right

Is the choice I would

Much rather pass along to another

See

The intent is

Not to bruise your heart

But

Doctor's orders tell me to

Take two doses of leaving you alone

And see how I feel in the morning

Because he knew one dose

Would only leave me leaping

Right back into the heart of a relapse

Causing me to be molded into a repeat offender

And violate my parole

ORDER IN THE COURT!

Here I sit chained at the wrist by emotional lock down

It seems as if they don't trust me or something

But

I'm too busy becoming enthralled

When I see my baby go and speak in my defense

ORDER IN THE COURT!

The opposition keeps trying

To manipulate the situation

And no one seems to notice but me

I can't take this anymore

OBJECTION!

You can't do this to this object of my affection

OBJECTION!

He may come off as a bad habit

But

His kisses are like perfection

OBJECTION!

ORDER IN THE COURT!

It appears my actions are leading to no avail

Only further enraging the tigress

Dressed in all black

With a vicious appetite for

Devouring hearts like mine

Either that or

The judge must an old love

Who never fully got over

So she monopolizes her authority

Through an opportunistic approach

Pushing me off as the culprit

But

It is fear that begets her

As she notices the determination in my soul

And ponders

Whether or not I am daring enough

To leap over that which

Separates me from the public

Only to land right in your arms

Where I truly wanna be

Proving to her finally that

Reconciliation of any kind is out of the question

But

I was brainwashed to believe that

You're no good for me

And the jury is nowhere in my favor

So there really is no need to plead insanity

Because exhibit A exposes my membrane

To be clean as a make up hidden blemish

No need for lies anyway

We all know the truth

I love this man

And if that makes me guilty

Well then

Just grant me my time to serve

Hand me my papers

And lead me to my palace

Behind bars

Suite solitary if I do request

I look forward to the peace

I'll need to not be disturbed

When I write to my love

You think you have won

Yet

You all stare at my smile with confusion

You wanted order in this court

And all I wanted was him

Your meaningless victory

Was nothing more than a facade

My justice has been served...