Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Betrayal


Give me hope first
Bring me happiness first
Then you can have something to break me

Sway me further first
Deceive me blindly first
Then you can take me wherever you plan for

Feed me fully first
Treat me faithfully first
Then you can use me anything you desire

Raise me high first
Praise me loud first
Then you can drag me down to the lowest ground

How could you crush me?
If I don't have anything left to be protected
How could you torture me?
If I can't feel the pain anymore
How could you bind me?
If I don't have any freedom to be spared
How could you befall me?
If I already become a pile of dust

Submitted: Saturday, February 08, 2014
Edited: Saturday, February 08, 2014

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