I feel like we are trapped in our mundane lives of contentment, shackled by our virtue and morals and fears. I feel like breaking free! I feel like running to you, despite the consequences, taking you and making you mine now!
I feel like hiding inside myself for I know that harsh actions can cause precious things to break. I don't want that. So, I feel like hiding inside myself, like a child who desperately pines for sleep on Christmas Eve. Sleep makes the time fly by so much faster, makes Christmas morning come sooner.
Crazy, yes. I agree. It does drives a person to madness. Love outside of my reach! True love. Young love renewed! Lost love found again. Madness. I am a tortured prisoner. I feel selfish and selfless all in one breath. I want you despite the damage that would be done in taking you too early. But I am afraid to destroy for my own pleasure.
I hate hiding! Sin and evil are so easily flaunted and even praised, but true love has to hide in fear. It's not right but I accept it for now. I will be a prisoner for now. I will wear my shackles with pride, with hope and faith and dreams of unwrapping my greatest present one day.