Battlefield, Girl.

I'm going to let this flow, grow. Throwing it all into my fates rusty hands. You inhibit my; caress my; soothe my; create my; touch my; Mind. You've got that one-of-a-kind face, body, mind. Your head full of your own daily grind... that you forget to think about mine. In my dreams I kiss your Child-like persona that I hate so much to love. So, little girl Child of so many yet lost amongst the rest It's true. You possess me, you arrest me... Now, you keep me.