Still Your Hostage Poem by Robin Bennett

Turning me into a blushing married bride,
Never escaping the distance, to lay at your side.
High on smoke from my own pipe dream,
Whispering in silence, while dying to scream.

Words sometimes spark many a heart,
Crossing vast lands, even though we were apart.
A knight in shining armor tends to rust away,
Finding myself caught up in a web of disarray.

Time is now just one more friendly enemy,
Turning back the hands of time, is my only remedy.
What a foolish thought, for a wise girl like me,
A needed life lesson, a grand plan for my heart to see.

Parting as friends? Seems you have other plans-
Yielding power with your superior, skilled hands.
Why do I even bother to claim what means much to me?
You promised me these two final things, why not set them free...