Hostage

All I can feel is the gun at the back of my head The cold, bitter metal presses through my hair And I hear the trigger menacingly sneer I see you in front of me My freedom, my escape My only desire is to run into your embrace To be loved and safe and forever … More Hostage

Letter to a Jerk

Dear Sir, Allow me to begin boldly: you are no gentleman. You asked for my heart and enticed me cruelly. You offered adventure, but when I packed my bags you left me at the train station…what’s with that? You told me I could have paradise if I paid my ticket…and then you chained me up … More Letter to a Jerk