Lines that connect us
Shapes that reject trust
I see prisons undercover
Lips sealed like no other
I threw rocks to lure
With no luck, no cure
You couldn't see your mind
Had been altered, redefined
I stuck around at your window
Hoping to finally rekindle
Sanity from a time before
When you weren't afraid to leave your door
Out of touch with fate
You have one hell of a plate
Under the guise of being happy; content
I threw words to give you a hint
Ill pray for you so hopefully you'll see
That your soul has been stolen
That your spirit isn't free. ~DK
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