Slave to my obsessionA Poem by Frozen EyesFor the escapistHe knows I dont like being weak I dont like being vulnerable He knows I dont cry over broken toys I don't tend to my deepest wounds I keep my scars as souvenirs I'd be calm at his maddening scorns Just to dwell at the so called "love" frontiers He knows he may cross all limits of torments And me, I'd not utter a word of insolence He knows while Im Emotionally damaged He is Rationally unavailable He knows he is my Paroxysmal addiction Yet,that's just my self inflicted affliction No rehab can get me clean of my Love Malady! He knows he's "FREE" of any compulsion But, I am a slave to my obsession... © 2014 Frozen EyesAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorFrozen EyesCooch Behar, West Bengal, IndiaAboutHere to express supressed feelings, dreams that never came true, failed rebellions and some sweet memories. more..Writing
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