Photo By Jasmine Kim
By C.J. Shaleesh
You awaken me from my slumber to play
And mold me like a mound of clay.
The sight of a sullen sky,
Cleared by a simple gleam in your eyes
With you I see no more gore,
Just glorious passion which soars.
Your hold on me feels light
But in reality is pulled in quite tight.
Like shackled on my hands, you were not a choice.
But forever will be a part of my voice.