Wrapped Around Your Finger

Things look up, then fall back down
Nothing seems to turn around
You give some, then take away
Things are different every day 

I wonder if I wait for naught
But still, with you, my breath is caught
Wrapped around your finger yet
A love that I have never met 

Reel me in, then drop me hard
Maybe it’s not in the cards
Still I dream and hope and pray
You will come to me one day 

Wrapped around your finger still
You know I bend to your every will
Abuse me, use me as you see fit
I like it more than I want to admit 

I am free, and yet I’m not
Shame becomes me when I’m caught
What to do when things get rough
Will I ever be enough? 

So here I sit, a waiting game
Sitting on my wall of shame
Nothing more and nothing less
Look at this whole tangled mess

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Speak in Riddles

Speak in riddles, silver tongue
Listening to words you’ve sung
Lean on me, trust me, dear
Please believe the words you hear

Speak in riddles, tell half truths
Even still, those lies can soothe
Don’t give up on what you need
Words that I would love to heed

Speak in riddles, give me faith
Tear it away with so much grace
Then rebuild hope through my tears
Hold me, keep me safe from fear

Speak in riddles I hate to love
Would you please take off those damn kid gloves
I hate when you’re right, that may be true
But I really hate how I feel about you

Speak in riddles, silver tongue
Screaming at the top of my lungs
Stay with me just one more night
Hold me this time, make me feel all right

Don’t speak in riddles anymore
I’m begging you, unlock the door
Trust in you, then trust in me
Show me what it is you see

Answer me in your riddles again
Trust me, lean on me and then
Wait for it, fight for it, go in for the kill
If your riddles mean you, baby, I will

Freedom of the Leaves

Leaves fly free in the Fall
At last the trees have released them
But only in death does the freedom call

A young girl who stands outside her school
Pain in her eyes; she’s afraid to go home
The hell she calls her life, her world can be so cruel

Through her eyes you see a different world
On her arms lie all the scars
Given by the man who made her

There are no words to describe what she feels
Trying so hard to survive
Built up inside are so many fears

She turns to walk home, dragging her feet
Her heart pounds with what’s to come
Tonight will be the night she admits defeat

Neighbors don’t want to get involved
The painful screams from that dreadful house
The police remain uncalled

As the morning breaks, she’s become like the leaves
Released from the horrors and the fears
But only in death do those fateful trees set her free