three ensnared ~ 1987/age 17
What an altered vision you seem.
I have enchanted, yet corrupted you.
How we differ:
The truth in my speech is my sword,
Only your misconceptions defend you.
How difficult you are to describe,
yet in the place we reside
I have stayed for an eternity by comparison.
Gypsy that I am,
somehow, you have held me here for longer
than in any one place I stayed before.
I have torn at these reins many a time,
yet you do not loosen your grip.
I have given myself to you constantly,
yet you still receive me with wonder.
I could wander to a thousand other places,
yet always you will remain here.
I summon the wildest hurricanes to shake the trees
yet still you cling to these branches.
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