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Escapes

Escapes

 

You can say I will

But I won’t be

You say I do

But I don’t see

Your words try to latch on

But they loose grip

Trying to sway me

But I give you the slip

You’ve got me cornered,

No escape in sight

You think you’ve won

But I take flight

No emotional play

Or sizzling night

My heart is my own

Lust cools in the light

Time to move on now

You’ve figured me out

Birds in cages,

Just aren’t me

Gotta free spirit,

Let me be.

Don’t bake me in

Your apple pie

Dreams not big enough

Barely hold you

To cramped for me.

So I’m

On the run now

Don’t quite know where

I’ll run a mile

And then I will see.

Or maybe that’s you.

Can’t tell whose looking back

Could be the mirror calling me in

Could be a lover beckoning sin

Ill stand on the shore here

Avoid the sea.

Salt and the tide

Keep calling me

Get pulled down

Loose touch with the ground

Am I flying or about to drowned