My heart is on my sleeve.
I have no control over it anymore,
not when my hands
are restrained
in strait-jacketed hopelessness.
Only you can remove this lock
that keeps me confined
to thoughts of you.
You have the key,
the power to set me free
from the custody of your love.
But I never want to be
released from the captivity
of your kisses.
I want to be a hostage
to your embrace.
I am committed
to the asylum of your arms.
Author notes
Hope it's not too cliche. The first line was meant to be read with a satirical tone; the last line was supposed to be a pun on "committed" and "asylum". I tried to do justice to this amazing song. Hope I made a good effort.
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Comments
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its nowhere near cliche..
its pure and amazigly touching.. i love the way you envisioned love to be a prison of sorts because it is at times.. and even though you want to break free from it at times.. you cant imagine what the outside world would look like without it..
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sounds like love...
makes me feel on edge with the straight jacket part, but that's just me, but im sure if i had someone to give kisses, i wouldn't think twice about it
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take your time.. the song is raelly inspiring
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