Its time to surrender to the world
The heart, the mind, the spirit, one goal
To exhale, to release that which once was contained
Pent up feelings that were once held restrained
Now it is time, the contorted face t’would change
Wrinkled lines and squinty eyes, its visage will be re-arranged
Tis a thing of beauty this strangely twisted face
Usually not too appealing but now a thing of grace
Unbridled passion has brought us to this
Screaming, gasping and lips bitten to nothingness
Copyright © 2008 PTD Lawrence
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