• But Is It Stockholm Syndrome?

    Shackled, teased with a key,
    Locked, trapped, oh to be free,
    Laughter, wept away, can no longer pray,
    You said to seize the day, but now all I can say... more »

  • But Is It Sweet Talk?

    A hand, casually draped,
    over my shoulders while
    the others falls below.
    You whisper life into my ear,... more »