captive in a chamber
all of your desires
but then one day
as the wind whistled through
the hollow fields
you pry opened the gate
the damsel in distress escaped
the walls faded and crumbled
nothing between us
no past
all the permission, all gone
unchained to finally be free
willing to take the dance with me
the us
the palace of great grandeur
no one else held the key

© simon whittle — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad

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