Stockholm

Do you ever wonder what’s the point?

Why am I trying to please people?

Following everyone else’s patterns?

Fall in love.

Who determines who goes with who?

Do soul-mates really exist?

Or do we grow to love the one we’re with?

Stockholm syndrome.

Do you ever wish you could imprison me?

Lock me in the stare of those beautiful eyes?

Shackle me to your bed?

Force me to fall in love.

Did you know there’s no need?

I’m already a rabbit caught in headlights?

My cuffs are the words you ensnared me with?

I still don’t know why I love you.

But I do.

Little Ginge x

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