“I’m rubber and you’re glue Whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you,” Was the saying we were
Swallow my words,
Nod my head,
For these words can’t be said.
Follow the rules,
To meet up to expectations,
But in the end, we are just fools.
Believing that we are imprisoned,
Allowing others to restrict us,
This isn’t the life we envisioned.
“What is really stopping me?”
There are no shackles,
Physically I am free.
Then the answer becomes clear,
I am held captive by my mind,
And my mind is controlled by fear.
I have never been drunk from an alcoholic beverage,
I suppose that gives you some type of leverage.
When I see you, a feeling of drunkenness begins to strike
Me. This is the type of intoxication that I like.
I feel it now, my words begin to slur,
Everything around us becomes a mere blur.
I hear the sound of clashing wine cups in
My head. Sobriety is quickly exiting my skin.
I drink your words, your scent, your existence, until the very last
Drop. I remember the empty glass
Of my heart, only filled by the sweet wine
Composed of your eyes, lips, and hands meeting mine.
To you I toast and drink,
By you, I am drunk. I clink
My glass with that belonging to you,
Secretly hoping that I will intoxicate you too.
Oh, well, it looks like we meet again, Your presence marks the feeling of acid rain. I love you, But
I know that you have a hard time accepting that I’m grown, But it is time for me to start
Two roads unfold, Unable to take both, I must decide: Should I be bold? Or stick with the routine that