Slain67 Posted February 10, 2006 Share Posted February 10, 2006 The Master on the Throne Nothing like this has happened to me before. How could she have done this to me that little wh*re? She made me feel like I have always and yet never wanted to feel. She gave me that feeling deep inside that I wasn't sure was real. She made me at war with myself and I questioned my life. She acted as if she was a perfect choice for my wife. Whenever I saw her, my legs would quiver and my mind would ponder, my head would feel dizzy and my thoughts would wander. My stomach would burn and my breathes would shorten, my heart would melt, her image never forgoten. I so desperately wanted these feelings to stop, to let go of this girl and for the subject to drop. Yet without her presense, I feel so alone. I'm the slave and she, the master on the throne. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ålter Ego Posted February 10, 2006 Share Posted February 10, 2006 Geez I could feel that one. Very nice, very sad. Although I must admit, the title made me think of something else, as I am the master of my throne after a hearty meal. But lovely poem. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ShySoul Posted February 10, 2006 Share Posted February 10, 2006 When you can't be with the one you want, or when she doesn't treat you as she should, its an empty and frustrating feeling. Your heart is torn in different directions. Part of you hates her, curses her for what she has done to you, made you feel. The other part wishes you could be with her and love her. And the two sides constantly battle it out. But the only ruler of our throne is us, unless we let another have that power over us. We aren't slaves, we are masters of our own hearts. And no one can keep us down. Good work by the way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AwdreeHpburn Posted February 11, 2006 Share Posted February 11, 2006 Slain - sorry for your pain. You put it on paper quite well. Shysoul, that was beautiful what you said as well and the writing was....well, poetry. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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