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Wire-Bound.

These are the mind games we all play.
This is my description of that tragic day.
Our mission was love,
But now that bomb is blown.
To this world,
Might you console?
Not I, Certainly not me..
I play my part,
On the silver screen.
I don't fight back,
I don't even scream.
I take his punches,
I take them proud.
Though now I'm bruised,
His apology I allow.
I am the girl the director imagined.
The girl who was raised to be silently impassioned.
If my beating hadn't been seen,
Perhaps I wouldn't fall victim to this dire routine.
These awful men with cameras,
They kidnapped me last week.
They promised if I made his video,
I'd be a panoramic dream.
I'm so sorry you had to see me like this,
The mess of my hair and the blood on my wrists.
But if it wasnt me,
I'm sure it would be you.
So willing was I, To take your place.
So, willing was I, you can't be replaced.
So this is my video,
And yes I'm wire-bound,
But sweetheart, For you,
All this is allowed.
Written by BleedingInferno219 (Kristyn Ashley.)
Published | Edited 2nd Sep 2011
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