What had you thought?
That you could raise a tempest in me,
And then disappear?
That you could once lend your shoulder,
To dry my tears?
That you could create a sweet turmoil,
And make me your dear?
That you could give me all the happiness,
And evict all my fears?
That you could fight anytime with me,
And consequences I would bear?
That you would stay far away from me,
And expect me to be near?
Sorry, that's not done.
I'm free, independent.
I'm not the Doll you want me to be,
Neither the Trophy your world wants to see.
I won't leave my entire world,
Just to be in yours.
I won't give you my soul,
Just for the claim of 'love'.
That you could raise a tempest in me,And then disappear?
That you could once lend your shoulder,
To dry my tears?
That you could create a sweet turmoil,
And make me your dear?
That you could give me all the happiness,
And evict all my fears?
That you could fight anytime with me,
And consequences I would bear?
That you would stay far away from me,
And expect me to be near?
Sorry, that's not done.
I'm free, independent.
I'm not the Doll you want me to be,
Neither the Trophy your world wants to see.
I won't leave my entire world,
Just to be in yours.
I won't give you my soul,
Just for the claim of 'love'.
Wow! The angst, not of the teenage kind, but of a mature kind, finds perfect expression in this excellent piece! The questions are well-asked, although the answers are well-known, and hence, the decision taken in the end. Brilliant again.
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