Hostage
You love me when you want to
I love you when I can,
we both hold on to what God gave us as a hostage
until the others complies with the demands,
that the other wants
wanting can f*** us pretty bad,
games are ment for children
yet here you are planning it out in advance,
so much cat and mouse
the cheese no longer fuses the same trance,
that it once lit the fuse of
its grown as stale as an uninspired square dance,
all this dosey doe
wields no more sort of romance,
if that ever was there to begin with
I no longer want to go into the darkness and take a chance,
birthing what the physical
couldn’t possibly intellectually or spiritually advance,
your as stubborn as al Qaeda
where’s the white flag?
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