I am-
His daughter,
His sister,
His friend,
His girl,
His wife,
I am his.
I am-
His ambition,
His virtue,
His inspiration,
His passion,
His desire,
His love,
I am his.
I am-
His angst,
His shame,
His insanity,
His foul,
His torment,
His sorrow,
I am his.
I am his,
But never me,
Never free,
Or a floating spirit.
I am clouded with,
Whatever his is,
But never me,
So, I am his.
I am his,
I was his,
I will be his.
I don’t want to be his.
I don’t like to be his.
I want to be mine,
Mine in time,
Mine in place,
Mine in soul,
Mine in me.
I want to be me.
I want to be myself.
I want to be mine.
I want to be I.
hmmm... i dont know what to make of this.. i lack understanding.
ReplyDeleteno one can hamper your individuality. and it is not dependent on 'him'. its you.
ReplyDelete@mahek...i know its not me...i m talkin about women in general...our life somehow always surrounds theirs
ReplyDelete@saty...i guess simple things r the most complicated for u
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