I was brought in tied down and crying
Filled with anger and so ever trying
Trying to rip away the emotions filled inside of me
I walked into the "Great Room" and I looked around to see
I searched for people like me, and then I saw you, looking at me
We connected with attraction and curiosity
But you underestimated my capability
Being capable of wrecking those who took your eyes away from looking at me
Filled with rage, jealousy, and furiosity
I watched you offer your eyes to him as he strummed that ugly guitar
And all I could think of, was I felt the urge to hit him with a crow bar
Smash the guitar right in front of you like a pringle
And grab the keys to the "Great Room" and let them jingle
Guide your eyes back to where they belong
Just us in the "Great Room" doing everything that could be deemed wrong
The fear in your eyes when I smashed that boy's guitar in front of you
Mixed with the desire in those eyes when you saw the rage and passion in me too
The emotions that were ripped from inside of me are now filled with your desire
And for now, that is all I require.
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