this time, a rhyme.

you came to me

with your mother's eyes

and you're father's lies

and as i stood

you stole the good

from me

never asking

basking

in everything i own

and all i've ever known

to be

i scream your name

through storms of flame

begging and pleading

short of breath

bleeding

please

what am i to do

i gave myself to you

and who would think

that in this minute

i'd see my future

and not be in it

as i fade

i see your face

grinning

winning

full of grace

...

your best kept.

your best kept secret

begs to be set free

and be known

as the mystique

grows

and small leaks

spring

right under my nose

and under your breath

do you have

something i want?

as the ransom

increases...

could this change my life?

dare i brave to ask

i wonder...

is the time right?

i want to be in your club

my skin is itching

please

share with me

whisper in my ear

this may bring us

closer

but i won't know

until i know

you can have anything

or everything

i have

before i explode

tell me

give me

what you've got

...