Deranged Love
You come to me in fits and starts
Partly holding your golden hair
Then you back off like an engine torn apart
Bowing out because I wont back down
To your posse conditions
And the jealousy of your lover
We exchanged words called devotion
Love danging by the throat
And marched along in tongue tension
Still you tight rope your heart
Unable to make a decision, you hold apart
But all is forever laid bare
To live through love without a care
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