They scared me bruised me torn me down
Loved me healed me built me up
The hands of them
so tender and kind
the hands of him
so rough and tough
Still they do the same
They stroke me, run there fingers threw my feathers
Pat me on the head and coo
They pluck me, pulling every feather free
Taking away my dignity
There all the same,
Holding close and tender
Cooing the things I want to hear
they build me up, placed there hands around my heart
Once close enough, or bored enough it all ends up the same
They tear me down
Slow and graceful
Dancing inside my head
They pull the strings placed when they stroked
Ripping pulling taring searing
There fingers clutch around me
strangling in there hold
Not willing to break away, I come back for the pain
for the pause, that will once day break me
I wait and hold still, no moving makes it worse
Fighting makes it only feel more
Grasping all around me, fingers digging in
they tare away my feathers
my escape is not there plan
exposed and altered i could not feel the cold
there fingers are to deep beneath the bone
They hold me in there hands, my heart laced with there fingers
Panic races threw me always a moment too late
When my freedom is impossible and I must stand up straight
I fall into there hands held down by there finger
until the bond breaks
my heart is free is bound to them
my soul my body my whole
captured but all separate
until one is gone.
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