Stretched: lenghtened to the point of feeling tense;
Tensed.
Extended: drawn to the point of longing for relief;
Strained.
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My Fear
This thing my fear
She lives in my bosom
Secret love
I hate her in my heart
But you could never tell
It’s only you
To the ones I have loved, I still do;
I remember your shine.
To the one I will love, it’s only you;
I’ll fill my heart with your light.
The self of rules
By rules I have made my self
By the rules I have bound my self
Slave to rules that have made my self
To see and look away
To see and look away
To like and leave her sway
To not say not again
To keep in on the way
To Forget
To forget
Yes
Shall I never recollect
No
I shall not re-member
Drugging for esteem
The drug gives self-esteem
And so it feels
That it does
For short
You were in love with me yesterday
“What have you done to me”
I still remember those words
“I can’t get you out of my head”
You were so in love — with me
That you wanted me like I wanted you
Was a feeling of heaven in my world
That’s someone else’s heaven now
You were in love with me yesterday
