I love being a mystery in my own story...
bringing out the best detective in you,
I whisper in your dreams,"Come find me"
leave you restless with a mission to pursue
I'll be the reason for your puffy dark under eyes,
I'll take the blame for your every scream,
It's too late for running away now...
You've already fallen for my treacherous scheme.
Years before, you tied me up in your chair
you said you were obsessed with my beautiful face,
then tell me why do you now hesitate..
Did you find someone better in recent days?
You know that I love your crying face...
The silvery tears flowing down your fragile freckles
You loved me better when I crawled on my fours...
admiring my contused violet knuckles.
You loved me then, when no one did...
t'was wonderful, though it hurt a lot
Now it hurts to see you beg me to leave..
But now it's too late, I cannot.
I'd like to see your house once again...
live within those walls that bring me joy,
smiling, sighing, crying and Beethoven...
I want you to be my dream boy !
Momma once told me that love never changes...
If the love that we feel is pure and true,
I felt that love blooming when you came...
In my eyes, the kidnapping was a rescue.
Like a knight that took me far away...
away from evil faces and mean words,
locked me in a tower, just you and me...
You set me free but freedom hurts.
Give me a reason for this obsession...
the reason why I want you so bad,
Leave this world behind, my body in your backyard...
like I once left everything that I had.


- Robbielee

© Shirley Robert