How long do you want me to sit here?
Must my wrists be bound in such a way.
I’ll keep my eyes adverted
To keep you happy
Because you don’t want me
Even if I promise no pain.

I’ll stay so very still
And sing you the love song.
Again and again,
I am such a broken record–
but still keep me spinning, I can’t stop!
I don’t want to stop.

Such a cycle isn’t it?
Do you wait for me to break free.
I’ll attack again
With my open heart my grasping hands
You’ll be afraid
I will keep singing.

Aisling is in a weird mood today. Hopefully she’ll be less artsy fartsy tomorrow.

In any case, you can now stalk her! A link will also appear (in that post-it thing) On the top of the index entry.