Make Me Free Poem by Drich The Poet

Primarily I'm yours.
In crooked heaven
Or in bent hell
This fusion is a victory.

Give me an ordeal
To voice out the moans
Of my undying self
Which I buried for you.

I don't wanna be perfect
for you? !
I don't want to do anything
and always have to cross-check my mind.
Whether you shall
cherish it or not.

I don't want you to assert some changes to
comfort me
Don't cover up your flaw.
Be genuine and unshattered.

In my appeal, I shall come
Not found guilty
I would reveal to thee the wounds
Covered with blankets of memories
In my thoughts, you shall journey
To the mindscapes of times gone
I will entice you with
Applaudable biography by me.

Hypersensitive I am
The fear of losing you
Is a torment to my peace
And crime in my city.
That's not an option.

It's for the love I'm doing this
It's for your commitment I'm doing this.
Let nobody buzz about me
And you would wow it.

Love is in the air
But it's scarce to find the genuine one
For that, I take the honor
To journey with you
On bumpy roads and under rainstorms.

You wield the patent
Of happiness and boredom that sets me free.
Merge your soul with mine so that may be free
And free indeed.