The Heart Of The Winters Poet

I was that slave that obeyed, Never letting myself be free of their hold, I was that lover that saw you're beauty before I heard it, Smiling at all you're quarks and silliness, I was that one no one could see, That one that was often saw day dreaming, Dreaming of the moment that the stars would aline so I could have you, I was that demon that everyone thought was a bore, I am something to you, I am the good that everyone thought was bad, I am that story no one knows, No one knows cause the ones that know my story is hidden from view, I am no longer that slave that just obeyed, I am now that lover that thinks and loves of her own volition.