Spinning
Winding
Through my exhausted mind.
Time being wasted
Squandered
Gone
The things I have left behind.
My heart grows cold
Tired
Weak
The search for love has grown old.
I feel as though my soul I now must confine
Restraining
Hiding
Protecting it til the end of time.
Lock it down with a golden key
Safe
Secure
Only my prince can free my heart and me.

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