Apparently I'm a Manipulator
She's somewhat like a dream, or a project
I can't tell why, but I want her, to better her
How is me of all people falling into emotions
I'm a creature, one of logic, and reason.
So none of this is clear, what's the point?
I keep asking myself, but no answer comes
Vague feelings, ones new to me.
It's not love, I know this. My heart is elsewhere.
Perhaps it's a feeling of sorrow?
She's so innocent, I want to carry her away
To move her somewhere she belongs
I've never felt such kindness, from anyone.
She opens doors not known to me
Gentle yet firm, here but elusive, forbidden
Above all else.
Yes, I think I want her, as my toy.
She need not worry, I'm very delicate
I know how fragile playing with her
Playing with people, can be
I want to move her forward in life
A better slope, a better view
One where she can see all of her past
and know just how far she's gone
She'll remove the black smears, and tears
From her sad eyes.