Your Island

Sometimes, it’s a chore
To strangle a smile
When I feel you in the room
My heart goes upside-down
You’ve cut out my cord
So I can’t make the call
No letters to be exchanged
No hand to hold or body to lay against
When the nights go cold
I just have you and your frozen air
Bound against my will
Left to drain myself of pleasure
And I’m stranded on your island
Waving my arms in despair
For the rescue that will never come

-Copyright 2008: Carter Tachikawa

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