I’ve finally forgotten how it feels like…
to be in your arms,
your warm breath on my nape
the feel of your lips,
your offered escape.
your hands in mine,
and how it traces my own
whispered words
and the dreams it has sown
drowning in your eyes
how it has enslaved me
i can barely remember
now i am finally free.
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The price of freedom is always high.
Some shed blood but most often tears.
They said that. … ones liberty end where someone else’s right start.
I guess freedom is unnecessary if u enjoy the company.