Master Of My Will

Don’t try to fix me
I’m not broken
Don’t try to tell me
What should I do and what shouldn’t
I’m the master of my own will

Forget your memory
If you think it’s illusion, nightmare fantasy
Forgive the tears you’ve lost
They never knew other hopes

Dreamers are always lost
In their own worlds
Hoping to find another place
For their eternal rest

I’m not broken
Losing my tears every dawn
Waiting on that shore alone
Keeping your bed always warm
And my door open
I’m not broken
Still hoping
For the end of this agony
My dying memory
Will remain in the darkness

After all these years of hope and trust
The only I have is unholy fading lust
In this insanity left no compliance
The only that remains is silence

Don’t try to fix me
I’m not broken
Don’t try to tell me
What should I do and what shouldn’t
I’m the master of my own will

I’m the master of my own will

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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