Tuesday, August 11, 2015

The Sorcerers

All of them have him wrong,
For they didn't know me.
They listen to my songs,
Songs available free.
I keep them in shadows,
So that my young heart grows

Free from their prejudice,
Like Pluto at the end,
Like the action they miss,
For they see who I send,
And the songs that I share.
How I mislead, beware.

I keep crafting my lies,
So all their thinking flies,
And I am on the rise.

You're the one who caught me,
Like a bird in a net.
No longer am I free,
Growing my heart you let
Within your brawny hands,
As we swish our wands.
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